Zucchini Invasion

We've been conquered by an armada
of speckled five-sided torpedoes, blocking sidewalks,
encroaching on streets, pulling down the neighbor's porch. I swear
I saw one strangle a finch
that ventured too close. Wards are full of casualties,
swollen fingers stung by glassy hairs,
shaking with terror, bloated by vitamin overdose. Refugees
gather at the butcher shop, while the vegan cafe
closes its doors. Who can stand
against this invasion? Where
are the front lines?
Pray for frost.

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