Untitled 2 Poem by rolling stone

yesterday
i saw a man
who had a tongue
always bleeding
sadly he told me
he can't taste anything, but his blood
he told me that he behaves like a gentleman
for he never spits
he keeps swallowing the red fluid of life
he would keep the fluid hidden in his body
and will not show even to the god
but he feared
that the postmortem report would unveil the matter
he told me that he never speaks or opens his mouth
for he doesn't want to stain
the beautiful white carpet with red flowers
under his bare feet
under his bare body
but then, how he told me all this
yesterday i saw this man
behind the mirror...