The garden of people.

The tranquil winds murmur beneath the church steeples bending grass blades in grief over gardens of people +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ each furrow's well-tended, irrigated with tears every plot marked by stones, with the name and the years + here lies: Daisy, and Rose, and Poppy, and Mum near a Jack-In-The-Pulpit, Now resting His tongue +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~+~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~+ Here lies: Babies Breath wilted, and nearby Sweet William Oh, how Holly, and Heather's cheeks once glowed Vermillion +~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~+~~ Black-eyed Susan, and Violet, Alfalfa, and Hazel Olive, and Myrtle, Timothy, and Sweet Basil +~~~~~+~~~~+~~~~+~~~~+~~~~+~~~~~~+~~~~~~+ Belladonna, and Lily, Marguerite, and dear Iris Near a Wandering Jew who was felled by a virus ~~~~+~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here's Veronica, Ginger, Sweet Pepper, and Jasmine over Solomon's Seal, Bleeding Hearts mourn what has been ~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~+~~~~~+~~~~~~+~~~~~~+~~~~ Here Wormwood surrounds each Old-Man-In-The-Spring Bugleweeds blow out taps, Birds-Of-Paradise sing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walk softly dear mortals, with your Bittersweet thoughts where Bluebells toll silent, over Forget-Me-Nots +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~+++~~~~~~ For whatever men plant in the depths of Earth's womb God will soon resurrect, and again they may bloom ++++++++++++++++~~~~~~+++++++++++++++++++~~~~~~~~++++ Thus the winds murmur gently beneath the church steeples over harvests forthcoming in the gardens of people. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis~~+~~~~ Written February 16th, 1982 © on Dec 06 2001 04:01 AM PST   0 • 12