Babble From a Stranger

Lost Friendship

On a plot of land, overly exposed

to ultraviolet rays, one cactus remains.

The evergreen trees that once circles the

secret garden have been torn out by a bulldozer.

Red roses, leaning lilies, and dazzling white daisies once grew

when the babbling river would overflow,

onto the sacred plot of ground,

and two sets of hands would till the weeds.

Now, some hands have let rot and vermin ,rodents come

have their way and leave corpses -- petal remains.

Fitting, the only creature left in the ghost town of once-esteemed beauty like

the pyramids, is a small green thing covered with spikes capable of drawing fresh blood.