Gardens and flowers
Lie within funeral bowers.
Roots and twigs
Vine their way deep
Into maggot brain earth.
Never does nature weep
For that which fertilzes,
Even when dark things creep,
And the nightcrawler terrorizes
In this grotesque garden of surprises.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 21, 2026.
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