“I found a tractor with its keys. I didn’t drive it. I just started it.”
We ask the ten-year-old poet Cereals which tractor it is, exactly, that she is speaking about. Zombie answers.
“The kind that slays the grass.”
Poetry about lawnmowers. I will refer to them as ‘Grass-slayers’ from now on.
Reverse Retrograde 
“…grass-slayer” – I am forever changed.