Mother Dies is another name for cow parsley - very possibly to dissuade children from picking it as it looks very like hemlock.
Death grows everywhere --
hemlock in the midst of cow parsley,
both wild moons scattered, ghosts
of verges, white whisperers
of the riverbank, flourishing
beside the dead.
I said, do not return, rest,
for here mother died where she gathered
armfuls of starlight and poison;
I could not say if it was accidental.
We could ask ourselves and
and dwell amongst the questions --
the dark earth, the ever-hungry worm,
or we could call it cow parsley
and moonshine and tell each other
that it was just a mistake.
Despite it all, let us be,
let us have now,
death is for another day,
that will always be kept.
Image is of hemlock and is in the public domain.