Bryan Hoy

Bryan Hoy Poems

The Best Poem Of Bryan Hoy

The Gardner

Bit by bit of piece by piece of man and men and me.
She dines well tonight.
She grows her food in a private garden,
tended to with the utmost care.
Day by day she chews and prunes,
prunes and chews.
The weeds are the fortunate few.

We are a strong crop this year.
She's getting better.
She uses better manure now,
digested bits of digested men.
She's got plenty in the compost heap.

A tireless gardner with endless fields.
She'll get us all, I'm sure.
The ones she misses will rot away
in some motel room, alone, craving the touch of her green thumb.

Bryan Hoy Comments