In Her Garden

That night
She took them all in
A shamble of strangers
And shone them a garden
The old warned of doubt
But lied
The young showed veins
Pulsing with truth
As her friend shared her bosom
She the enchantress
Collected their souls
The speaker stroked through
His father’s thick ether
And her golden boy
Plucked his harp full of hope
His soft furry friend
Purring along
The ghost of Othello
Burned like a Caesar
And two sons of madness
Confused egos with halos
While lost Magdalenes
Sang sad distant dirges
By the fading light
Of Kafka