Same as nature in a desert.
sucking off the blood from a dry land.
Where my siblings bend their knees through tiny blankets.
Hoping for a better sleep when the sunset.

A clown knocked my door.
I opened, he choked my throat.
Just as how the soil does to the casket and the corpse.
"Long life after soul bleed and lost!"
That's what he said.

Behind him, I see his audience.
Much bigger and broader than him.
I bet he was also threatened to dance.
Or to draw Cartesian plane lids along my neck.

Nothing funny,
Just a brake pad for my blood and breathe.
Fraternizing my soul out of the flesh.
A short episode watched, called death.
My siblings asleep in peace.
Only to wake up tomorrow and find the brother gone.