A Burial Place

When blackened shadows fill the streets with their wets curses houses alive like ghosts the graves of day inckily corpses awake on their cheeks and lips glow the colours and signs of life behind their lids you see the eyes of death looking they raise in restless rows to forget their own death when the light died at dawn then everything fades and burns out the glowing of their colours during the houses became grey you see the shadow women hurry to their burial places… now once again they fall into an ancient slumber ‘till the first sun beam enters the earth but the houses had become grey and you see the shadow women hurry to their burial places…