Garden Statues

V2

Garden Statues

"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.

Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.

Beneath us on the earth
are giant burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
Drawn by gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines now closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.

I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.




V1
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.

Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.

But there burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
again and again grand visions
from gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.

I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.