On Adorno's Gardens:
Catastrophic Ramifications
for the Chelsea Flower Show

The flora, fauna, parsley and scrub

pitted in the hell-sent quagmire

enlightens the marsh with dignities

and gives country-folk something to admire

On the lawn of the dwarfed desert,

the backyard of civilised Hesperia exists

in the watered, tepid, tearful eyes

soothed by garden art, on shopping lists.

Towers and slabs transmogrify

into ivy'd arches and a petunia patch

whilst over the fences, the Jones's

whisper, bicker, hum, nod and chat

but hell only knows why the bourgeoisie

didn't pave over the unclenched Eden

with a pragmatic concrete raison d'être

and name it "The Garden of Reason."