Perfumes fill rooms, sensuous and full

And top hats stretch heads to the heavens

Handkercheifs spill, stately founts from men's pockets

And billiowing dresses couch genteel little feet.

          And roses in vases silently call

          And roses in vases overlook all.

Yet underneath soft quilts lie rotting corpses

Whose reek hides beneath the perfumes

And floors conceal rotting foundations

Built of years of blood and guilt.

          And roses lie lifeless, their petals gone limp

          And roses lie lifeless, God's light long gone dim.