who is next to the west

yet the water seems wasted
as another two died today

and uneasy becomes a blend of blood stains
on clouds passing by

who is next to the west 
who is to every stop
stay awhile and look 

darken clouds passing by again
to the taste and smell to the next

a straight line to understand 
plenty plenty plenty for everyone 

as you wave passing by
Still your stories telling I

Nonsense to my ears and I

Blood stains remains....
Counting again counting