Subtle Morbidity
Where have all the dewdrops gone?
Where do fishes drown?
Out where tulip's garden grows
No human makes a sound.
The rocks all sleep
The leaves aren't green.
No want, no thing
Nobody.
But out where tulip's garden crawls,
Bones all make up empty walls.
Where has all the moonlight gone?
Where do flowers drown?
I know I might not look the same
Six feet under ground.
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