What do They say <br />When They speaks of the Grave <br />Your, monument to the slave <br />Ghosts they leap and play <br />As Moon she displays <br />Etching <br /> <br />Yet, <br />But not this; Eyes did not betray <br />From a doll and its porcelain skin <br />Soft and warm gainst the mound <br />Espirited by a word commune K <br />Through cards, which laid <br />In a cross; four points They regarded <br />A bound wed, I had sped <br />To wrap About, as prey <br />In what We did conceive <br />As Act, We exclaimed: <br />MURDER <br />For a heart did flutter <br />As it lay bared in the gutter <br />Ha, Me thinks <br />There may have been more <br />Had but with words, <br />He was I and implored <br />An arrangement at the Door <br /> <br />There was Death that night (Stroked Out) <br />There was a dance <br />And as our mouths did meet <br />The murder complete <br />The last scent was of Saffron <br /> <br /> <br />Water, water, water <br />Lies dive in that gutter <br />Hand is a whore! <br />Mind, can explore <br />Beyond the depths of Their <br />Treason! <br />That: THING reason <br /> <br />Deeper down the hole we go! <br /> <br />In a land that lays <br />Far yond the seasons <br />In a castle there carved <br />Thick, Golden and Leaven <br />Where she rest… <br />Dressed in a rose as a dress <br />Virus They, draws her quick <br />Where I to partake of a kiss <br />And snag her with a serpent there <br />Be stabbed in her dismay <br /> <br />Even though she is nothing but Mind <br />That Blood floods All <br />In that: Time <br />O! my, O! my<br /><br />Uni Verse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-on-a-grave-murder-backwards/
