Cirque.

12 hundred roses
to make a wreath.
pleasant smelling, this death is.
no mourning, no eulogies, no black, no veils.
lets toast like the corpse
is newborn.skin, from skin to bones to earth.
the fresh smell of stench,
reminiscent of fruit.fruit;
once seeds,then to plant,
then fruit,then...seeds.
from soil to soil,
like a ferris.this circus is not for crying.