Garden In Revolt Poem by Fernando Ayala

Garden In Revolt



my yellowbells spoke with me today

fresh from a pogrom with the bermuda grass



they're dying, they say

from thirst cutting like a cuirass



deciding not to spare a day

even if accused of being crass



by blocking the path as if there to stay

till i happened in that hour to pass



so, they ask me, should I delay

ere they turn to the likes of grass



that drinks fluid that's gone astray

regardless of source, with no class!

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