They lie on their backs like
broken flowers.

They lie on their backs with
legs wide apart like the hands of
the clock.

Their faces starring at the sun,

and as the time lose itself into the
darkness,

as they lie on their backs.

Young and old,
some of them received some deadly kisses
by the faith
and some-not touched at all.

This monstrosity in the human race!
Everyone is praying to be loved
and everyone is nobody.

Tarot cards:

but all the flowers today are
dirt and worms.