They move, they touch. Perhaps too much. nThey love to sing, only to be seen. nThey are cross 'cause they are clean.nThey are grave 'cause they are green. nnBy tongue, by teeth. nBy fist or feet. nThere's two on the nose, nit's bloodied and broke. nI hid to see. nnEyes full of rose. nShe tips on her toes, nher father's ears, nthey are keen. nLate in a dream, nit remains to be seen nif his grave is in flames. nnThey move, they touch. Perhaps too much. nThey love to sing, only to be seen. nThey are cross 'cause they are clean. nThey are grave 'cause they are green.