Fullalove

The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing
lullabies of poets hung loose
on crosses of papers and burning bush

pink slashes of dark lipstick
stuck proudly on your left cheek
eyes shut in random recall
of an innocent bloody doll

the sirens song of metal chariot
carries the blind man's eyes
uncalled colours fade before
they were even gazed

and you, in your little box
mute, and your silence mocks
the doll and the plastic knife
that took the blind man's life