After the hanging, faces grey, white
disperse joyously, eyes hollow light
like crowds after a tragic bullfight,
some hugging, clasping without sight.
Why do they attend this damning ploy
with embellishments, pageants and joy?
Up at the stakes the wasted dangle
like beef chunks; from this scarlet angle
I see death pass with blank mourners
sobbing, sighing with withered flowers.
After hanging, love locates love
and bitterness diffuses pains above
like sunlight driving stale air
and lunacies away on wheel chair.