Things die in my garden
cared-for things
loved even
wilt and die
could I have
smothered them
broken trust and broken branches
parasites
sometimes I try too hard
I can’t even say there was no sweat off my back
molesting them into decay
can’t stop the destruction
so I keep steady
planting more each day
outrunning the death-train
the one that always seems to come around about this time.
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