Attack.
Near a clifftop crevasse at sea-drop edge
I found an old garden
between windward and lee.
Facing the ocean and small rock enclosed
its blossomless graveyard
exposed hope walled in weeds.
Persistent attack infested their corner
for no storm-shaken plant
survives saline as feed.
Deserted by labour only sad ghosts
haunt this thorny lost track
to abandonment\'s dream.