Stairway Sonatas
Little the stems grow.
He unsoiled the cabbages
Amongst the rows of runner beans
Placing them above
Like nature's umbrella
To let them catch
The drops beneath
Sprouting in the soil
Like stigmas in our dreams
He nurtured the seed
To spread below
Like dimensions of hell
Shooting out to heaven
They grew
With an anguish
and a perishable greed
They scoured the sources
And took in thirst
to swallow the feed
But he never knew
he kept
Digging
Praying on tomorrow
By half-light the task was done
Roots removed.
A flickering light
buzzed to the sound
Of laughter
As he threw the newspaper to the ground
Unsuspecting
Me, half-height
Feet on tip toe to knock
On the brown door,
Listening out for wolves
In the distance
But I never found any…
Only the screech, the tuning
Of radio frequencies
To signal another grey tomorrow
Had come
In hospital
Weakened now
Another patient, another round
Desensitized, dripping, numb
Yet needles gripping on
Like vines into veins,
Growing
Pulsating
Above
As below
Buried, scarred, deep
Planted row by row
Passers by now sit and
Stare for a while
…as they watch the stems grow.
Amongst the rows of runner beans
Placing them above
Like nature's umbrella
To let them catch
The drops beneath
Sprouting in the soil
Like stigmas in our dreams
He nurtured the seed
To spread below
Like dimensions of hell
Shooting out to heaven
They grew
With an anguish
and a perishable greed
They scoured the sources
And took in thirst
to swallow the feed
But he never knew
he kept
Digging
Praying on tomorrow
By half-light the task was done
Roots removed.
A flickering light
buzzed to the sound
Of laughter
As he threw the newspaper to the ground
Unsuspecting
Me, half-height
Feet on tip toe to knock
On the brown door,
Listening out for wolves
In the distance
But I never found any…
Only the screech, the tuning
Of radio frequencies
To signal another grey tomorrow
Had come
In hospital
Weakened now
Another patient, another round
Desensitized, dripping, numb
Yet needles gripping on
Like vines into veins,
Growing
Pulsating
Above
As below
Buried, scarred, deep
Planted row by row
Passers by now sit and
Stare for a while
…as they watch the stems grow.
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Little the stems grow.
Little the stems grow.