The Garden of the Heart

Unnameable the moment when it starts The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk The agony in the garden of the heart Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk Untraceable the moment when it starts For always seemed our love, and quiet its art Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk Of agony in the gardens of the heart Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts Each one with its indirection walks Untraceable the moment when it starts That one who knew our measure must depart Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk Such agony in the gardens of the heart Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught I the one time lover fear the night So minute at the moment when it starts Agony strips the garden of the heart