The old widower kept a tidy yard
bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put a picket fence around his little eden,
like an artist framing a masterpiece...
Wasn't long before the graffiti ogres wormed in,
inked a scruffy tattoo on his mona lisa
kicked in a few of her teeth
turned her into" The Scream".
He painted over those angry scribbles,
but they kept pace
his glitter overun by flashes of hate,
the ogres stepped up the assault,
slashing another petal of his peace,
he finally caved in ,
took down the remains of the fence...
one night he had a big bon fire,
one by one he fed his masterpiece to the flames.
Afterwards, he didn't frolic in the yard as much,
the hedges grew wild like green afros on fire,
the breeze shunned the pinwheels
frogs and gnomes fled.
the birdbath cracked and bled dry.
Not long after, the old widower died,
for "sails" drifted about his rotting apple yard.
the ogres moved on to the next eden
the one right next to mine.