Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 304

Peace Garden

You sole
obstinate wasp
can you understand it
was your persistence wore me down,
pressed

me to
sacrifice my
sandwiched sustenance.
Your willing spiralling descent
onto

fallen
fat salami
stirs in me disgust but
also guilt in tempting you, for
are not

you a
Samye Ling wasp?
Perhaps once Buddhist or
yet to take such refuge but now
feasting

under
holy stupa,
high flags cracking as I
turn, confused in this garden
of peace.

Mary Wight

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