so-called garden

it’s quite plain to me

the Garden so-called Eden

was ne'er a cared-for garden.

no, not at all.

indeed, it took the form

of primevous wilds:

of such as forests dark,

of mountains, valleys,

and of calling sweetly forest lark.

and of all the things

that in truth we chose

to lose so long ago.

we plant only,

in their stead, those terrible

things malignant that

uniquely grow/expand/pollute 

and ought to die …

but never do.