Years ago, we rattled down the drive 
Step mother is in my mother’s garden
Spraying the beautiful old roses
with poison

“Too much work”
She said
“Not my garden”
She said.

An act of timed poisoning
 
Fully demented 
Desiccated and fetal now

The flames of bardo are licking at our souls, 
now just a convenient enchanted spray of fading memories 

1/4/2023