There Are None Standing

Shock waves for a price each cloud I part again for you will I raise I will raise each to understand it watching the roses when perhaps Before you remember it was you whom laid him down Your understanding all buds open and bells thinking green lovely babies And why there are none left standing As I watch roses made of thin dreams of past meetings with her Isolated stretching the gun goes off Childhood the smell of it as for tears When by the sun and why I am simply I am pushing then kissing the mask behind which open mouths where a woman has pointed and roses grow