Love

There was a crowd gathered

in a meadow of dead grass

on the night we hanged you

from the moon

Your plastic body swung

like the pendulum on your

biological clock

as the cigarette burns on our arms

were blanketed by baby skin

The foliage around

sprung to life

wrapped itself around your limbs

and ripped them down

to the healing Earth

among the crying ex-lovers

and everything you owe