Graveyard of Life

Dressed in ebony at the graveyard;
Solemn with unbridled lust.
Whispering the words of the dead

Counted thirteen winters
And the snow gathering at your feet.
Inscribing Latin into tombstones
For the dearest and departed
For the living are dead

Its Adam and Eve
A garden grown of stone and brick
The blood shed from animals
(razor to the skin, take the lifeline).

The cities of heaven and hell are full
Immortal as the life in the coffin bled to dust

Dressed in ebony at the graveyard
Stockings torn at the thigh,
The games of the living
The lust of love- that takes all players

Whispering the words of the dead