the Garden
The garden’s overgrown now
The poppies gone to seed
The flowerbeds run over
And all is choked by weeds
No-ones done the pruning
And the pond is stagnant slime
The brambles are encroaching
Too late for weeding time
The fields have gone to fallow
The veg no longer food
The fruit has started rotting
And the bees have left for good
The birds no longer singing
The river has dried up
Nothing is worth eating
And nowt is safe to sup
There’s autumn leaves in springtime
Desolation all around
There is no milk and honey
Or beauty to be found
Outside the gates of Eden
Adam sits and weeps
An aching in his ribcage
An apple at his feet
