should be something connected with fear

but its smell

is familiar     and shaped

like the flower child

of Abraham

the one whos throat was not cut over

but still died

leaving the vase

to hold nothing but brownish knuckles

later described

on countless papyrus and canvas

still

in the same shades

of its petrified voyeurs

yes

you

do you not realise

that your lack of thirst

is closely connected

with your painted tears ?