The Fatal Garden

Question 1

1st stanza

Answer 1

Don’t judge me by my skin
At 4.30 am
Under
The street-lit madness

Question 2

2nd stanza

Answer 2

Black - white - yellow - red
All the people
Of the spectrum
Like an arrangement of flower-show blossoms

Question 3

3rd stanza

Answer 3

Peace is plausible 
But
It seemed easier to create 
A mockery
Of the human condition
Born
Of immortal Greek philosophers

Question 4

4th stanza

Answer 4

Well how immortal is it? 
It didn’t last long,
Until the tulips and the roses
And snapdragons
And poppies
Began slaughtering each other
The killing season
Bitter harvests:
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
Escape