Today I planted my child
I buried it alive-
Like Lettuce seeds
In the garden, next to the rosebush.
I think it cried in terrified pain –
The agony of living was too great for it.
Unless of course it was a complaint;
That I’d broken its legs first.
So now I think I’ll have a party-
A celebration of its life.
For it’s a good child-
Especially now it’s buried.
I wonder if I’ll grow another one