Mephistopheles Garden – Poetry of the Garden

Who plays here?
where tendrils start
dig deep, then rot
where tendrils end
none may be known

Who sits here?
where Gabriela fears
to rest, docile
a hunting spider stare

In Mephistopheles Garden
all dark, dank and many a gang
plank thrown as safety
measure to a harrows path

Beelzebub burrowing
in the crunching marrow
of the garden of Mephistopheles

What will die
will dry
fuel for the fire

all twigs must fry
what is taken
must be remade in
a better measure

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