Photosynthesis

We all looked each other in the eye

And knew

Symbiosis

We could argue our differenecs

Till the cows came home

To graze

In the frozen grounds of Igloo City

Not a blade

Of grass

To be found

But we all knew

We would still pull through

Triumphantly

To the other side

Where light energy resides

To power the process

Of photosynthesis

And jungle our horizons

Beyond the fastidious constraint of grammar

And the drudgery of capitalist unimaginings