Red lips, red nose
Rosey cheeks, roses grow
In the garden
Casket, tombstone
2005 engraved in lime
In the garden
We are wilted stems
Watching washed out petals falling
Dirty fingernails
Despite all the scrubbing
Who are we to condemn
Blue lips, blue eyes
Blooming roses
Upon earth we lie
Lunar eclipse
Looming low, it's
Curtains close, dim the spotlight
Drop that guillotine
On our teenage immaturity
On display in a glass vase
The fruits of their inquiries in a bouquet
Who's to blame for the mayhem
Who are we to condemn for the mayhem
Blue vs red vs us vs them
We sleep through polar night
'Till the change of season
Redpoll holes on rooftops
Budding trees frost-bitten
Burrowed beneath white
'Till the change of season
Bluejay blank-slate backdrop
Seedlings sprout in snowy garden