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Your Garden

In heaven’s court

   I am judged

 

Beneath Washington’s bridge

   I am paralyzed

 

Behind institution’s doors

   I am raped

 

Before my friends

   I am defamed

 

In the wooden casket

   I am burned

 

Silenced at Museum’s end

   I am spoken

 

Lynched over Wyeth’s oak

   I am memory

 

Clean by father

   I am repaired

 

Picked for Middle East

   I am fearless

 

Closing on Love

   I am a garden

 

– I have no light – I have no water

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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