Coil binding broken soil,
soil of my mortal coil,
shown to be where plants are sown,
sown like every flower shown.
Tears for rhododendron years,
years of rose and petal tears.

Garden, quite the final pardon,
pardon from the grave and garden.
Holder of my shaking shoulders,
shoulders shake without a holder.
Craven as a little raven,
raven, black and just as craven.