The Last Garden

the last Garden

Finding a rusty nail in the half-black earth,

becoming scared for my hands

(swelled with secret rivers),

morning breath shortens, my arms

hang deadened at my sides, as

a hawk circles in the dark white sky,

watching my changing into earth and wood,

prepared to be angelic, arching over 

the final digging, at least at the moment,

for this time.

Reviews

[Droll Prole]

Such vivid images, dark and compelling.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

For me this creates a very stark and tragic picture. It has a very final ring to it. The poem itself I really like, very well written with powerful images in it. And it has a powerful impact on the reader, it did for me. Excellent work!

[Luke Ritta]

'a hawk circles in the dark white sky'....really liked that line.....enjoyed this poem very much.

[Emily B]

that hawk circling, i know him