This garden feeds on my despair
ivy poisons, bronze bugle blares
hamamelis struts Winter’s stage
hydrangea’s drooping mauves derange.
Yet when I count on thyme to spare
the sempervivums mock. (Beware
everlastings on a grave!) Tear
them out: no matter what you change
this garden feeds.
That hosta’s hostile be aware
sweet honeysuckle’s but a snare.
Curse sodding unglad glads. Arrange
hangings in wisteria’s chains.
And nothing you can do pertains!
This garden feeds.
