Uphill
The shadows
Are starting to drill
As if they were arrows
A thousand flies have spread the pollen
Of the Blind Willow, that infects the fallen
A man is trying to rescue - A young girl
But he is so terrified - (Is she still alive?)
Flies are inside her ears - On a curl
All the pollen deposited - To procreate
A tragedy known, carved on her bones
The flies could be
Eating her entrails
He must gain speed
To save her intestines
So close to the place
Where she lies,
He gathers courage
For her to flourish
Blind Willow
Sleeping Woman
Our hero
Is just a human
He is
In front of her
He is
Watching her face
But
She is
Dead, eaten and partially devoured