September Poem #21

a distress call
slaughtered leaves of grass bleed green
in fragrant wisps, our savagery
revealed in neatly coifed lawns


As if I needed one more thing to be distressed over. Now I hate myself for loving the smell of fresh cut grass! And as a vegetarian, I wonder if the fresh fruits and veggies I consume are silently screaming as I eat them alive. 😳 It’s been a long week as you can tell. TGIF!

Fun Fact (from Mental Floss Online)

That “Fresh Cut Grass” Smell Is a Distress Signal

Trauma, that’s what. It’s the smell of chemical defenses and first aid. The fresh, “green” scent of a just-mowed lawn is the lawn trying to save itself from the injury you just inflicted.

Leafy plants release a number of volatile organic compounds called green leaf volatiles (GLVs). When the plants are injured, whether through animals grazing on them, you cutting or mowing them, or even just unintentionally rough handling, these emissions increase like crazy.

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