A new collection of forty poems.
Another day in paradise
Surround garden walls
shield from worlds
to grow flower meadows and vegetables
wholesomely in rich soil.
But no protection from sniper fire
nor deafening kettled screams
nor whimpering newly orphaned
nor whistling low-flying shells
nor grumbling rumbling tanks
whose diesel fumes attack lungs
nor reeking flesh from bombsite homes
nor boasting bully oppressors.
We hide behind porous walls
toiling Monday to Friday
gardening Saturday
churching Sunday.