Ghosts spin on a musicbox.

An hourglass that turns.

Five nickels roll off the bed.

Pennies

over my eyes.

(Like a lion with a dark mane.)

O Sister Death Mask, you old hag.

Your black cauldron, your broomstick Cadillac.

Your Voodoo jewelry and your Holocaust smock.

(Like a lion with a dark mane.)

Glass Rose,

to be beautiful, and blank.

To close my eyes and then, close.