Garden

All is settled, and
All shall settle.
A cool drip of water
A breeze, breeze wet and cool.
And the dirt rubs off
The dirt from breaking the land.
It is scarred in my small world
In my universe
From my actions
For my ends
The fruits of which whither,
And fester, and rot
Into compost.
A garden of life and vegetables, Amen.

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Three days before birth,
His anniversary thereof,
He contemplates the lives
Of the women
And the children he’s hurt.

Needing acceptance not rejection,
Wantedness not wantonness,
He poisons their souls
With hemlock, cyanide,
And tins of Zyklon-B.

Amazed at the way
Violation manifests itself
Without the slightest touch.
Just a stare, but a feather on the waist
Is the tearing of the hymen.

Wanted, accepted, loved,
These three he must feel
To end it all
And restore, recover.
Repent!