The flowers fall to naked feet

thorns piercing thin flesh

crimson passion flows to the floor

A bow.

The hands beat one another

mashing of flesh in jubilee

curls at the ends of mouths

salivia dripping from swollen tongues

lies dripping from swollen eyes

A cry.

Shoulders sigh in exhaust

Lids close.

Head down.

Oh humanity. How it thirsts

for pain.

The ugliness.

The horror.