Resurrection

The color of the rose did not stay hidden the scent of the rose did not stay hidden the hand and sickle that broke the buds of the garden did not stay hidden. The soil of our city's cemetery has turned green with the rhythm of all the greens, all the reds with the rhythm of all the unopened flowers. The soil of our city's cemetery has turned green and every green leaf speaks... The black secret did not stay hidden the black secret of the graves did not stay hidden. The nameless buds have risen from the bed of the soil and they speak with their rose-colored mouths they speak they speak: it is the resurrection...