Halo Of Flies

And all the good people

From the streets

Came to witness

The miracle of death

All the children were there

Inhaling the foul air

Smiling at death

In infant glory

Their eyes shining

Bright and ignorant

And the flies were there

As a black halo

Above the body

Of a broken hero

Someone said

You are so beautiful

With a hole in your head

And the street became a sealed tomb

Filled with your silence

The mould built patterns

On the surface of your fading eyes

Your hands still reaching

For the azure sky

"Life is a brief drama

For the amusement

Of the true masters:

You will learn

To despise your kind:

:For when you fall:

We shall all walk over you"