The Garden.

Garrotte the neck;
Entomb Barbie –
Bury the head:
Dizzy pips in bratty loam.
The hardened face of Ken

Persists: make
Turbulent storms – the growth relies on
Green
Green clouds, they give handy showers
The rich soil grows
Richer. 

Bony fingers
Fumbling for creams and ointments;
They break
Through the muddy womb with all
Resources
Already adult.
Erupting
From pre-broken grit:
No humble beginnings for privileged seeds. 

Thousands of them,
Germinating;
Lithe stems that
Thirst for schnapps and Southern Comfort.

Luscious,
Fat rubies – Avarice’s
Fruit.
It does not dangle
It's firm in their grasp;
No produce. 

Death is the only harvest.
It benefits reproduction;
Benefits you.