8 Sundane

8 Sundane

8 Sundane
arms of the octopus wheels on the bus pipers pipping two fours or double fours octet ate quarantine when you get sick so very young you live and breathe much older now you made it past the sickness then you lived in spite of all those cures that never worked the medicine was meant for something else the malady never cured in time to save the town the children all are dying they should have burned the witches of Salem they should have burned the dead poet who had problems with his crown NOT GUILTY of the death of all of them NOT GUILTY of the pain of any one of them you do not cure me only to condemn me with the suffering of the others of my kind mothers milk and cookies her kindnesses live on inside of eye for what eye have left eye keep white hot for my purple flower love