Black, undead hands of a loved heart surgeon
Clutch the ever-burning jewel flame
Plastic cover shelters off-white bust
Rain runs down in blots and blurs his name
Colours rust on flags, like padlock keys
Down rock bottom. Woman sits her frame,
Body lies below. The gong ‘gain gongs.
Children’s children dance in blindfold play.
Inspired by the Novodevichy Cemetery monuments, the trees of love, and “Children are the Victims of Adult Vices”