Blue is the colour of the vast skies,
The colour that colours silent sighs…
Blue of the gems, and blue of the eyes,
Blue is the colour when the body dies…
…blue is the colour when the body dies…
…when the body dies…
…blue is the colour…
There, she laid along the road-side,
Palms up-turned, lips parched and dried,
Flies humming, howering over eyes,
As inch-by-inch she diminished in size…
…inch-by-inch she diminished in size…
…diminished in size…
…inch-by-inch…
And the blues then turned black and brown,
With the wounds that emerged dust crowned…
A few souls die with the body’s crimes…
A few when die, die several times…
…A few when die, die several times…
…several times…
…few souls die…
~And the traffic moved... unmoved... in a procession~
