Evil Planting Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A lovely garden growing there
Cast aside in frenzy’s pace,
To plant some evil thing
Deep wthin soft virgin soil.

No thought for innocence;
No grace fell there
Upon child-like eyes,
Just the hate-filled doing of it.

Fields of glory
Ripped asunder, with no care
For smallest wonder
Flourishing there.

Pushed aside for blind purpose
The heart of a flower beats no more;
Silence falls on sparrow song,
For death is a quiet thing.

But someday the soiled memory
Will pierce through time and space;
See the awful thing rooted there,
.................. and scream.