Tombstone garden

Imbroglio bedlam –
madness wing, twin
windows barred behind
a wilting cinquefoil

Twisted linen ropes
escape each, abseiling to
the tombstone garden where
within the pistil presses

Genuflect beneath sacrificial
temples sullied by questions,
reverent before silent halls
unadorned by answers

Guiding the supplicant
hand of god to take a
life, to free a life of god-
given mayhemic servitude

She

She saw him daily in the garden

She decided he was the one

She willed him to pick her
stopping for none other

And so he did.

He took her to his humble home

He nuzzled her silken skin

He placed her on a pedestal
to enchant all who would pass

And so she did.

She dazzled them with her petals

She beguiled them with her scent

She would die adored, fulfilled
and being he daily in their garden
would bethink himself of her.