Naked and Bare

A lonely kid sat alone in the dark

His forehead bleeding with a mark

Across the street was something, so hollow

He figured it out to be just a shadow.

It was on the other side of a window,

The figures seemed to be in a mellow

and as they danced and swayed

The kid simply shivered and withered

He wondered if it was the dark,

or, was it the blood so cold

While the shadows grew red in the heat of passion,

that little heart stopped its action

Next morning he is picked up by the garbage van

also carrying the wastes of the passion,

While a few leer and drank beer,

The lives of rest lay naked and bare

---Sriram