People Who Burn Brightly Die Quickly

 

Pain is a Living Creature penetrating every orifice

I was thrown out of the garden  while the Dead mock the Living

Harsh Faces ~~ Satin Souls

Somebody pass the Blood for the Unleavened Bread

Oh it was a Grand Funeral!  The hearse was covered with flowers yards deep that traffic stopped for crowded Internal rain drops

Bursting forth Waterfalls filled with limbs and fins

She was an untidy rambling garden slightly unhinged with the gate left open

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lena Horne “Stormy Weather”