black, black, bled
and we all dress up in red
to be certain to proclaim our worth
live, live, life
no regrets when we die
but we all return back to the same earth

i walk on you
someday you’ll walk on me too
i feed on you
you feed on me too
dust to
dust to
dust to
i return
and i burn
into the ash that falls cold 
from the end of your cigarette

blue, blue, blood
gives you life 
the same way that it gives me mine
oh, oh, christ
when we look inside
will we find you circulate inside our bloodlines

when i fall apart 
and bleed
will the scientists that study
the insects that feed on me
find life inside their bodies

make me the coal that burns red

at the end of your cigarette

Levi The PoetComment