Sunday, No Peace from the Wicked
Distasteful but,
that lovesome thing, God wot,
the garden, hides the gorge of flies,
a pidgeon, cat caught, throat torn out,
'twixt peony stem and thorny rose,
of purpose, by bag gathered in
compostable, it's future lies
in recycled food waste
collection.
Then, cursing,
I turn again to replant a Pink,
scraped out to deposit excrement
by someone's "Darling Dear,"
Satan's old familiar.
Distasteful but,
that lovesome thing, God wot,
the garden, hides the gorge of flies,
a pidgeon, cat caught, throat torn out,
'twixt peony stem and thorny rose,
of purpose, by bag gathered in
compostable, it's future lies
in recycled food waste
collection.
Then, cursing,
I turn again to replant a Pink,
scraped out to deposit excrement
by someone's "Darling Dear,"
Satan's old familiar.
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