No Wonder

Some arsenic waltz requiems a love monocarpic
Blooming ornamental and disinclined to entwine
With twine-strangled support at stake, and leaning just the one way
Scant nurture from that day forth ‘til that day gifted by fondest folks
Rarely remarked, just perennially card-marked
A stork’s brutal fly-past, as two scores ceremony no celebration
For a living, not a loving, sought
That sparse-nourished symbiont is blighted, dead-headed and hard-pruned to a vestige
Those paper pledges mocked to mulch the soil of a salt-watered bed
Where there was little hardy about those hearts’ bonds
Suppressed and un-weeded ‘til nothing much rosy remained