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4.32
a
negative theology of the garden
for ghost
writing, godsbother
may think to do no harm
don’t think
firstly know it’s non-commencing
grows over a clock
languages, like candles out
with each this gone of time
frog gone
no suddenness, ungrieving
here’s the wilt
night falls in with the garden
see nothing glow
some carry out
this that insect eaten
is a kind of buzzing off
everywhere all at once we’re not
tall ones lain quite flat
took further down
they too
in harsh days of the not-wet
days not dry
and wash away
voices raised
brief anger
then some birds blew out
no one much knows anything
all act in accord
let the least worst prosper
it’s corners curled to die
and someone self-erased
no one wrote this
soon fade to air
there’s a sort of sum
all so saying
but silence best
no last laugh where
the kingfisher lies in state
must listen hard for that