The Gardener
We come to expect death
everywhere we go.
It looks back at us
from the scene of a car crash,
from the news
on the internet
or the tv,
from the alleys behind our homes
when the shot
rings out on a silent night,
from war launched
over differences of faith
or politics.
Death is always watching,
too busy
to let up
for even a moment.
We do deaths work
far too readily
far too easily.
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