Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Organic


(Wintry garden observations)

Spade cracks heavy blue grey clay
each piercing quake
a baleful squealing squelch,
life force evacuated
cleaved, lifted, turned over bare
a submissive corpse,
the plot sports a cadaverous battlefield
anointed with my sweat.
Remorseless
resurrection now begins
with horseshit salve
a potent potion
the victor’s gift
for ease of future skirmishes
and the chance of roses.


© Graham Sherwood 12/2016

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