A Beast At The East - Poem by Helen Garan
Althought you let your weeds
to grow bigger at your flower beds
and your dogs hungry
all night howling like jackals
Though you cultivate your roses bloody red
hurting the tranquillity of a spring evening
you can't fool the beast at the east.
The beast wants death, the beast wants the jungle.
How could it roam in gardens fenced by iron
how could it socialize with pets and pussy cats
into cold bedrooms under the light of chandelier
into warm living rooms similar to artistic atelier
the beast wants wings to be a wild pigeon
to leave the cultivated garden, to fly in a country
where its useless flight would be keystone
not only for the poets
the oddity of its soul would be neat sense
not only for retreatants.
The beast deserves wistfulness life desires cravings
into the darkness of cine to touch the Magdalene Mount
finding refuge in the forests where she has her towers
with the grimly and the ferocity of her ideal city ideal shield.
The beast could not be fool with gardens.
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