The Dark Garden Poem by Barry Middleton

the drought has put it into disarray
the garden is brittle, brown and dead

angels gaze down from above and weep
is there nothing left to praise or protect?

out where the black holes hide
a plot is being hatched by rival gods

the dark gods want to send an asteroid
and begin the world anew, a clean slate

the gods of light seek redemption
to reinvent their miraculous intention

in the vast void something is moving
and nibbles at a tender green leaf