Scenarios: 2 men- 2 women

Bed once of roses. You’ve become thorns
To my flesh and bone, silence my moan

You are broken for she laid on you
These skinny bones but too heavy too

Curtain splits open, though t’was not raised
Forgive’s divine when grace not amazed

What God gathered on one silent night
You scattered with thunder sounds, storms, plight.

Your body will be in asunder.

Tochi