Oh so fragile, always been,
the life that runs through living things,
cut and spilt, both dead and gone,
beyond all questions all along.
Reverence is among those lies
that liars tell a man who dies;
lies, however, keep alive
a liar’s breath and poisoned mind.
Earth and sun and moon are red,
drowned in sorrow, fear, and dread,
populated by the dead
that suck the life they never had.