LITTLE YELLOW COWARD

She is the rising of dawns
created yawns

She wears the crows in knotted scorn
She took the blossom from Japanese cherry trees
wipe the ocean
upon the lips stored by the seas

inhaled her fate in a ford estate
found by a landlord struggling
as he was late
poetry was buried inside her heart
the gravediggers cursed
but played a good part
headstones were carried
and later thrown away
her daughter decided
into the grave

a little yellow coward
stood in a room
drunk for 12 years
swallowed by gloom
he could have followed
in the message not spoken

but the little yellow coward
rather die forgotten