Give me life
or give me ash,
a dehydrated man behind a sunlit mask
to see a mirror,
an angel of painted glass,
upon the fluorescent fields of May
and dead to my dismay.
I spew the blood from upon my tongue
and let it drip into her lungs;
to give her breath, to give her hopes and dreams
to drive the ghosts of dreadful past from her garden corpse,
and give to me ...
the eternal flower of innocence.
