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  • Writer's pictureNeuro Logical
    • Jun 17, 2020
    • 1 min read

Elegy for Plant - Joseph Darlington

Wilted by window

Your leaves like bound feet,

There’s yellow in your green,

You’re dying.

Was it water or sun?

Drenching or drought?

Which action of mine

Hurt you the most?

Soon your stems will be sticks

Brittle, dry black,

And your foliage fallen

To the once-living soil

And I still won’t know why

This happened.



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