Today it was his birthday
I brought him pretty, potted flowers
such bright coloured beauties
reaching for the sun, as if to fly away
so they should, so very much alive
now doomed to live among the dead
a living plant for the birthday of the dead
what irony, this dead birthday lives
but the living ones are dead or doomed
this time I was the henchman
flowers, shining beauties sacrificed
potted splendour, so full of life
little Maya-children brought up to die
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-11 12:35:11
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