Kit Kelen #1423 - floral tribute

1423

floral tribute

vindication ballad (for human interest)

no one will notice a language gone, a people,

species, world about to drown

say murder

nail up

burn a witch

with flowers

poor poor

choke back tears

in fire

most foul

lovely spite

it might

as well

have been

of ourselves

we hold

such fears

hot out

but cool

in the shop

time slips

distracted

keep to the wound

kind, callous

get some sweets

for darling

littlies

now with

God

wouldn’t think

in this street

suspected all along

couldn’t guess

it would be your neighbour

knew the family too

say murder

nail up

burn a witch

here is retribution

guess out an instinct gone

bring flowers

known to the authorities

where was

the father then?

fetch the bouquets

garlands, wreaths

how never how never

tend the fresh wound

let her rot

let her rot in gaol

it’s of ourselves

we hold such fears

never and never again

for those whom we

never saw

but for the grace of

she was drunk

and stoned, so deep

in conversation

time slips out

of instinct

lost

those cherubim

the seraphim

it was airless there

nor howling

to which bottle led

hear them sing

see little wings

and flutter up

roses in their cheeks

make gossip

substances in her possession

and a chillum too

anthem chorus

burn the witch

or flay alive

draw, quarter, hang, garrotte

just one flower

take your shot

so they wouldn’t get away

is why she locked

the doors

lost among the flowers

all happy in heaven

up floating

on those bright dials

sun shines

no more

cause no one

in this world for them

so let her rot in gaol

a simple sombre silence tells

to be so holy holy

and holier than thou

though you

may only

whisper it

murder, nail up

burn a witch

have you laid your flowers?

all the while guessing

runs through these heads

say scorn with, cast first stone

and the last

it’s strangers build

the floral tribute

and soft toys too

keep to the wound

here’s a fester

of mourners

so everyday

and knit with

it’s as if

they had been

waiting

children will drown

in a silence like this

it’s just so

all the saints of heaven see

it wasn’t me

it wasn’t me