The Severed Garden

I have a very big garden. It’s so big, you can’t even call it a garden. There are some roses too, but the sheep have eaten many. I wonder how this garden will turn out to be.


Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven’s claws

Jim Morrison

God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!

Robert Browning