Tend Your Gardens, Edmund B.

A polluted body of water wishfully depicted by
Outdated phone cameras and burnout gauchepainters

I could not distinguish sea from the sky
or the sun from your wide, watering eyes

A golden monument built in the likeness of someone you loathe
with its great, blinding shadow

I don't know what to say about it
All we can do is watch
All we can do is watch

It is something completely alien to us
A ringing nail
Or a heartbeat

A large scale religious conflict
Or its many casualties

The rhythmic thumping of fists upon locked doors
Asking you more questions than you have the answers to



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Writer(s): Ryan Masnicki
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