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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 
 
 
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