fallen on sullen eyes
sunken into deep orchards
fiery, lively, dangerous courses
they see with no remorse
the world is black and white
but they see shades of purple
and blue over you and the past.
They see long days and hateful ways
and portions of merry men dancing on graves.
They see wonders of reds and yellows,
dreadful happy fellows, murdering mournful raves.
Hurt, burrowing and tight, we learned at the
end of eyelashes and combs, running leaves
off the many trees that gave us hope to flee-
he ran for miles the night, he ran and jumped and cried,
he did all he could he tried,
to save them before he died.