FROM A SILENT FILM

Come and fold your paper here,
so she can secretly sail.
Another choke you caught,
another smiley face drawn bellow.

She was born like the sun,
out of chemical waste.
Born out of chances,
a well timed mistake.

Come and let the youth be shed,
our fallen are forever dead.
Two graves and inside
lies their spirit guide.

Too high for a worm
from a silent film,
silent forever with a face of shame.

The height from the worm,
blind and broke from fame
will row forever and face the shame.