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

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