Her wrinkled hands touched
the rusted strings of an old
guitar,slivered chords rumbled
creating unsung melodies.
A graveyard bloomed in festivity,
daffodils carpeted the ground,
as lusty turf greedily awaited
to replay the games of bodies.
In denial spirits gazed in despair,
as the illusion of breasts unable
to allure them to impregnate the
seedlings into her ailing womb…