Bombed the Ukraine

He played with patients and their documents learning about grief

He played with Nations and their Elements increasing the bereaved

He bombed the Ukraine and it’s Monuments smiling with glee.

She was impatient re impediments wanting more thieves

In the Name of God, what can we plead?

Knock down the monuments give us some peace

Shades of green

Looking at the garden as a world
The overgrown becomes a rich terrain
Where myriad living forms seem uncontrolled
But make a balanced whole in shades of green

What I hear are calls from nesting birds
The sway of breeze among forsythia’s gold
The patterned snails, the slugs cannot be heard
Nor can the slow worm’s wiser words be told

The pattern is a natural life, a wood
Where Cambridge monks had ponds and fruiting trees
Ten Cedars tall were chopped till dead
But still remain their long striped bees

Small in your eyes, infinite in mine
Such marvelled worlds can’t be designed