of military precision
calico bags gathered
move in moaning wind
shallow troughs like graves
potting shed shackles
manacled tools
manicured nails protrude
oiled and polished
peat bags brood
in sinister greenhouse
filling soiled bags
compost steams
in a rotting dream
leek-trench an altar
strange vegetable religion
Mr McGregor lives
in his blooming garden
always digging
always weeding
a grave place...