Burnt Garlic Poem by Anisa Tara

See how fast the onion burns
Faster still the garlic turns
From a nice yellow tinge
To a smelly black singe

Faster still your heart faltered
Faster than this running water
Rinsing grime off these stalks
Darling, let's cut out the rot

You brought me outside
In the driveway we cried
In the kitchen a flash
The garlic now ash

I watched the garlic burn
As up the road you turned
I couldn't save the soup
I couldn't save you

I felt it from the start
I feel it in my heart
The fire was too hot
I couldn't cut out the rot