HAIL MIGHTY CAESAR

Weeping one million petals,
That brush across the brow,
Swimming motionless in red sand,
Rigid, cold, forever.

Dying, dead, gone,
His body punctured,
alone.

None there to mourn him,
None there to bury him,
He lies waiting,
Waiting for that hug.

Staring blankly into space,
White spotted red,
He's reaching out for that helping hand,
The one he loves.

Nobody is there to hold him,
Nobody is there to care,
Nobody wants to understand him,
Nobody could comprehend him.

He's a little boy,
All grown up,
Dead and alone,
But he still weeps.