Physic Garden, London

We entered the underground, 

hurried to the British Museum, studied mummified cats, 

and cocked an inner-ear to the marble head of Serapis, 

Milton’s death mask, Greek statue that spoke the future.

We inquired after a daughter fallen into the earth,

a mother lost in the maze.   

Stalked rows of plants at the Physic Garden 

for poisons and prescriptions from the Himalayas 

and Afghanistan: foxglove to heal the heart, poppies 

to dull the pain. We stood beneath the pomegranate tree, 

Persephone holding the bloody, sweet fruit, gazing 

at her new husband, Hades. In transit we prayed 

for a last touch, a gift from those farther ahead.   

MARK McKAIN has published two chapbooks: Blue Sun by Aldrich Press and Ranging the Moon by Pudding House Publications. Read more.


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