i

how a lie may find you
weeds invade the garden
intelligence that probes
as it strangles
outlines your form
appreciates the shape
it suffocates
to present itself
as your face

ii

your passive faithfulness in the great garden watches on
losing sight of how your garden’s hidden
sometimes baulking at the strangulation
uncomprehending of how you’re misunderstood
shocked at how your growth’s affected
seen to be proof you’re the weed that has infected
shadow panic engages as you’re overridden
tricked you offer proof you are a waste
appropriate for all encroachment
until you remember your garden dream, real
understand your duty to tend this garden


A. H. / K H-H (29th April 2019)