Scarecrow
Made of sticks and straw !
Certainly
It ain't I what scares ya !
--

Death do its own song
Got its own crew
It's own posse
Now
--
We watch
We see eachother
We laugh
Ha! Ha!..
..
Trying to ignore
Our own isolation

That which will
**** us in the end
--
Our poetry
Is just the wind

Soon to knock
The scarecrow down
--
And we fall down
Grasping for straws

Tryin to gather
One last dream