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apocalyptic, art, Chaos, Dionysus, Ending, Garden, Nature, Order, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry
GARDEN VARIETY
metaphor muddles
truth
mud slidesand so, what can we say about what
happened to the stories
that we tellno hope there of them ever helping
the stars that govern us realignspeaking
from green comfort zonecultivated with Nature tamed,
bent into strict beauty
by force of ArtI watch the world amass, follow the forces of chaos
out to do damage to
world air-conditioned, strongly
double-glazedso much smoke (as in mirrors,
as in “not without fire)there in the non-smoking section, do
not hope to find your Dionysusand if
find him you do
how might you dissuade him
from this church militant
deranged drunk on
(just the hint of the thought)
of divine winethose vines
criss-crossing the new
no-man’s lands of purging
military fire