Stained glass coffins Crystalline mosquitoes Death that masquerades In silken flags and floras Languorous beauties Graffiti of red and violet light Sirens kiss the bullets As they scatter them To burn holes in sepia dreams Watercolor ghosts Casting out wildflower candy Attics that hide under Strawberry dust and lemons That melts into mildew As they pass down the gullet Layers of ashes in the belly “But you told us to swallow!” Masses of children howl The pretty ghouls hiss back “Cannot you tell a lie by now, By the sweetness of its taste?”