"The Garden of Fears" by yeşim ağaoğlu
the gardens of fears
when its night time murderers come to the garden of fears
to swing on the swings
they get on the danger-slides and slide away
they jump thru the terror-hoop
and dig in the sand pile of regrets
as if to bury their murders there
each time swearing this is the last time
but ah once the full moon rises
and if the owls are hooting too
their hands begin to grow huge
glitter of knives are in their eyes
gun-darkness settles on their faces
vapours invade the garden of fears
the howl of wolves here and there
the dogs are smelling blood
murderers drop in to swing on the swings
yeşim ağaoğlu