The severed garden

They are waiting to take us into

the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful

comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scary over-friendly guest you've

brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings
where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's

claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family