A Crowd Smelling of Gasoline

How soon

The rains did throw you to the ground

How soon

You lay prostrate,

Found a crack within the ground to bury your face

How soon,

The walls don’t hear voice

Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream

These walls have broken down to give way,

To the crowd

You did lose your innocence

But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously,

After that first kiss

The numbers were few who told you to continue

Then you did

Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd

They will cry for themselves

They will throw their tears unto you

They will shout every moan to the heavens

They will mention your name like a curse

And the heavens will descend onto earth,

On a horse with scrolls

And the scrolls will be spread even among those who weren’t part of the crowd.

Even ghosts will feel your fire

And be spread, your sorrows

These fires will burn your sorrows into ashes

The ashes will be stored in vessels

And the vessels shall be shared,

Like a cattle sacrificed on the seventh moon.

Time passes, but the clouds don’t reckon your changing colours

The clouds will turn dark

And change into grey quickly

Then switch to faint

Just to camouflage your changing faces