Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Icy faces walk among the graves,
Hapless victims of an unpleasant case;
Heady potions, imbibed by the dead,
Are strong in intoxicating spirits.
Handsome and hideous are some of them,
Hanging like residue of the filth.
May we find it hard to investigate
The alms attached to their visit.
Handy slender arms outrage the dumb,
The dumb outweigh the not-so-dumb.
Jittery motion encases our behaviour,
For they exhilarate us while we live to die,
They merely die to live, dying is for them easy.