Where the Garden Grows

Anonymous

They say it is secret

But it now belongs to everyone

There is no soil

Only wildflowers

Roots inscrutable

Bulbs exposed

They say it is sacred

But its now is rampant like pollution

There is no quiet

Only screams

Shield uncovered

Arms laid bare

And now the garden is overgrown

And the only thing unseen

And unknown

Where we will go now