Everyone Tills a Garden

He picks the smallest incision in which to

irrigate his angst, spreading the poison

through his garden of infectious

weeds. Cultivating each plant with the most

lavish of care, pruning any fresh greenery

away quickly so that the black

depression may grow freely.

Constantly standing guard, casting dark

shadows over the freshly tilled

muck to keep the bright yellow

sun from invading his

misery. Inviting menacing insects

to dine on these plants, leaving jagged

holes in all his alibis.

The slightest investment in the opposite

direction would have grown

happiness for his life.