20 dead faces in a field, flesh peeling faster

than the cockroaches scattering from

dirty light bulbs emitting their nakedness.

Every face is smiling bright, then in

an instance their eyes explode like

confetti and fall piece by piece to the

ground. Weeks later 20,000 more dead

faces sprout out of the ground, all smiling

moronically and in unison begin peeling

and singing "The Sun Will Come Out

Tomorrow."

Talk about a performance.

© James Spencer Hoffman