life plagues the cemeteries with death like the Bubonic,
round rings like roses on our skin
ring around the rosie,
we breathe lilacs and poppies
to hide the rotting, infectious smell of death, our
pocket full of posies,
burning eulogies,
burning corpses in crematoriums,
ashes, ashes,
oblivion is unavoidable,
everybody dies,
even those who create life,
even those who create death,
we
      all
             fall
                    down!