Wynash Garden

Sleepwalk home with

Offspring dead or dependent Alzheimer erasure looks good on you

Swallowed a heart at the cost of a head (I stomached the ache) The cancer’s in the garden’s root (With chemical remedies) And there’s nothing left

Your dead boy brings me joy.

Oh, how quickly we all Forgive and forget

The evil that men do

We all sleep through

Leave me seething and hateful

I want an eye for an eye

This world is already blind

(On the lips and hearts of all young children)