One disappeared, then another disappeared
Twenty-six years traveled past these waned eyes
and developed a masochist
counting existences that once were, hollow now
Numbed flesh, traveling in one of two directions
Vessels lie underneath layers of dirt, ashes stored in urns
but their souls, only Father knows
Rich Man & Lazarus asking to be heard
grapple, grapple with pattern reoccurrences
Butterflies dancing between the flapping sheets hung out to dry
on the clothespin line
catch a short glimpse of beautiful colored wings
and then, mortal humanness; metamorphosis; oblivion
Porridge and biscuits bring the children home, sweet cottage nearby
Eat the morsels quickly before they turn gold
Leaving their muddied soles at the wide gate
young ones wear their innocence out to play
in the meadow they sing, they age
they run past the graveyard of bodies.