Cities

There’s a town in my bones
a town where flowered roads are saturated
with laughter of bodies
souls that are shook.

There is a town in between my chest
edging memories aside
it is not as brown as the color life
or holds the sun like the rays do dust.

There is a town after my bones
it is as sane as heaven with no lights
only burning trees make its ambiance
so the dead keep it awake.

There is a town left with the living
itching memories tickle its dead,
so the ripper comes with green cages
and plants death like a seed.

There is a town after the city of joy
There is a town after the city of bones
There is a town between the city of grief
it exists in your lips, it exists with your beauty.

Ruddapoet