Noses &

Horns -

Netals from

Rafter...

Roses &

Thorns -

Petals of

Laughter...

Bright forms of rot -

Light mourns us not -

Pitch shallow grave

of nothing but cotton.

Black forms of joy -

Each girl & each boy -

Rich fallow garden

is fragrant but rotton.

And so ends this tale -

So fresh that it's stale -

So withered & dry

yet ripened & redolent.

The sweet blooms of youth

are tainted by truth

& so nothing so splendid

is ever resplendent.