Phil Roberts

FLOWER POWER

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Just like the Triffids
From Fiction; Flower People
Want to supplant humans.

Looking like sunflowers
Moving on stalk-like legs,
To hunt us all down.

Humanity's last days?
Hunted by a nemesis,
We can't defeat.

Sunflower People
With bright yellow petals,
Shooting out deadly darts.

Both blind and deaf
The Sunflower People sense movement,
To make their kills.

Thriving in sunlight
As well as in rain,
Plant poison cannot hurt them.

Firing off their darts
Their killing humanity,
Thousands each day.

Only in the East
Where humans proliferate,
May the species last.

Fire resistant
Nothing has been found to kill them,
Except rocket fuel?

In 7000 degree fires
Can they be killed,
Or is humanity doomed?

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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