I saw with my own eyes; it took me ages
to realise, that dying was so contagious.
I only took what I gave. I can remember
digging my corpse out of its mass grave.
I saw the one eye gravedigger blinking at
me; and, the undertaker winking his plea.
– Bones snapping without wished Amens.
– Lives as dry as the nameless Rich Man’s.
I saw in their eyes, they all were so afraid.
Reciting mute Mantras and Prose for Aid.
But. The loud laughter was never kidding.
Behind a bouquet, a kisser is well hidden.
— Ricardo Sexton