"A martyrium of white roses" de DWR.

"The leaves from the tree of life,
descend withered and decayed,
upon this funeral procession,
carrying the empty coffins of heroes
along the narrow streets,
filled with cruel children and women throwing rocks
and the rain pissed down upon them,
and soaked them wet to the bone
all this for a feast; all this for a banquet
of bitter grapes and crumbs of love
and i thought of you and i was trembling and tumbling;
unsaid and untrue like the memories of you
and the procession carried on;
while singing and celebrating the murder of the spirtit"