Mother Sun's Garden

A Poem by Poe Redd

i can be saved, but it means change.

Our petals are tattooed bruises.
Our fingers are needles, feeding the worms.
Our Evil is heavy, crushes this city.

We must be what Mother loses.
Our plots accept us, demonstrate love.
Like worms french-kiss the dead, a stone placed on our head.

               Fall of her garden
               The sun can pray
               But our roots will die
               Our colour will change
               Brightness drains
               Saturated noir
               Our hero stays
               Dirt-eating larvae
               but
Our hero doesn't have the blood of God
(rosemary, awe)
Our hero isn't a child of God
(confess, crawl)
Our hero defies the will of God
(this one wants to save us)
We annoint our hero God
(the One that always craves us)