A doll that can dance
on the strings of the sky
could make us all inhale
the perfume of the night

sand on a napkin
a snort to your heart
this situation
our eyes rolling down


Fire burns
the smell of the ash
a line of soldiers
bow down their hats for thy.





hush little blue eyes
hear nothing at all
the sound in the air
the beginning of war



Fire burns
the smell of the ash
a stem of roses
lie down upon your grave