My grave lies open,
As the crows hum a tune,
My ashes lie awake
And I ponder- Should I sleep?
The streets bustle with marketers,
They eye me from the corner,
As I lie on the bed again
A knock breaks my trance.
As he washes the blood,
A tear strolls down,
My hands tremble with pain,
Something lets go deep inside.
I hum a tune long lost,
As the steps drown away,
You gave me no reason to stay,
And, the grave still lies open.
The walls are closing in on me,
I feel distant trumpets blowing,
Even as I dance around,
My fingers now numb away.
A faint murmur breaks my trance,
I run my hands about the cot,
This plight seems almost fortunate
But, the crows keep singing.
The picture on the wall smiles at me,
I pass a checking glance around,
The lecterns are all empty now,
And the joker just moves around.
I shift from side to side,
Yet, the pain submerges never again
As I close my eyes to dream,
A knock breaks my trance.
“An angel has been raped”
Cries the pageboy below,
“Why now?” I smile to myself,
And again, the knock breaks my trance.
