I walked over a graveyard Tentative To the fact that I was stepping on someone’s Face Or feet Or fingers. They were too tired to cry out though, So I kept walking. You can’t help what you don’t know. Tell me where it hurts. Excited to find a patch of blooming flowers, I skipped towards the pale blue, Crestfallen To find they were silk And phony, Meant to last in a place where Everything goes to Die. J.B. Dreams