Date Posted:15:25:39 11/29/00 Wed Author:Jjaz Subject: Parade
Candles are lit for the parade
On dead man's avenue
Coffin floats dressed in gray
Marching bands playing blue
For what might have been
Had they only knew
Don't let the sun come today
For this skeleton charade
Lined with black eyed spectators
And the ghostly signs they made
Shouting "hail to the dead man!"
And the price that he paid
Vendors selling their poison
At the end of each darkened street
Patrons lined death camp style
Nearly able to keep their feet
A celebration of what never was
As life and death shall never meet
In this parade of death, something
always cries….
In this parade of life, someone
always dies…
