The Fall

The men with flowers
The men with knives
The men with law
The men with ideas
The men with follies
The men of silence
The crowds of unnamed
Confess from their deep caskets
for a Purge that they dreamt
for the child-bearing women
through the city's clogged arteries
for the blossoming madness
with a trembling rhyme

The lubricated lop of sins
or the embroidered birth canal
from where The Fallen Angels,
are falling through, singing the songs of life.
Just like 'The Alice' fell through a rabbit hole.