Death in the Garden

Brassica and endive sown outside cant survive.
Perhaps July? Plant them from seed and a garden grows.

Whitloff and chicory.
We speak the same family in the garden.
No heirarchy. We're dying.
But I’m only just understanding what it is for them to die.

In the yard we push aside high school cigarettes.
Black house. Blackouts. Black shirts. Whats with that?

Borders, riches. Me on your shoudlers.
Houses, coloured houses, all colours.
Now inside, we talk about hot spots.
Gathering while we discuss what we knew and what we remember
and what grows in our yard.