Flowers in Vain II (N.Thomas) Assembling the petals Feel the cautious breath Above us and below us Putrid smell of death Threading with the needle Careful with the skin Tattered strips of curtain Let the sunlight in Eager eyes awaiting Liquid on the boil A thousand empty faces Reflected in the foil Eyes remain wide open The windows of the soul Fixed on tattered curtains Rearrange the role Shadows growing longer Candles burn so bright Moths begin to flutter Attracted by the light