GINKO

Got to love the Ginko, not just its Autumn gold.

It survives anything that the city can throw at it,

and in revenge, drops its fruit.

                                                        How to describe it:

sulphurous boiled egg flatus from the devil’s anus

that floated over a field of fermenting red cabbages,

streets paved with dog shit and vomit, and a whole

gymnasium of sweaty clothes.

                                                       Living fossil Ginko

unchanged for 200 Million years – that fantastically

putrid stench used to attract herbivorous dinosaurs

to eat the fruit and spread the seeds.

                                                                    It’s wasted

on the idiot-savant bald apes that inherited Earth

after the meteor hit Chicxulub.

                                                         City planners tried

to get around the problem with botanical misogyny,

planting only male Ginko trees, but Ginko finds a way

and changed sex when they weren’t looking.

                                                                                 Ginko,

if I wore a cap, I’d doff it to your perversity.