the warm rains come
lost souls to call
between the stones
into earth
the dead made fertile
with their bones
and wild garlic’s
dawn bouquet
greets the day
in scented purity
to stem all corruption
the warm rains come
lost souls to call
between the stones
into earth
the dead made fertile
with their bones
and wild garlic’s
dawn bouquet
greets the day
in scented purity
to stem all corruption