Cutting Grass

But I'm not alone!

Beside me, there's a clone,

and on the other side another one.

See them, trimming green stone

and cutting nature's bone.

Thankfully, I'm not alone.

As they kill the living hair

the clones stare,

but they'll help- I swear.

... Will they need a chair?

To sit and stare at the unfair.

... A sight of a tear is so rare,

even more in compare

with the faces of glare.

Watching the heads they pare,

two pieces of metalware

hold by a crazy mare.

I'm in despair.

I ask to my pair,

and to others in this lair,

as I try to hare,

but their help they won't share.

As they don't... care...

I'm by myself.

I'm not alone,

but I am on my own.