would you like to fall for me
we could fall like the rain
swirling and twirling past brightly-colored flowers
and splash upon the concrete
all broken and bruised
our limbs braid in the cracks
like the vines on a tree
squeeze life out of living
they wither and die
leaving bones in the breaks
the ones in the sidewalk
the children skip over
all of the relics of old
the bones of their fathers
from times of yore
a child bent down
to **** a pretty flower
a child stood up
with blood on their hands
and a bone by their side