The dead embryos
Metamorphosize
Into little people
You can only see them
In the moonlight
Like a plague of golden grasshoppers
Passing thru a pool of moonlight
The dead embryos
Tumble out of a dustbin
And rolled into the street
The hungry cat
Tried to stop the traffic with a scream
The dead embryos
Love to fly
With flocks of birds
They glow a little
Then turn off their lights
The birds ask for their names
They do not know
Never mind they say
You’re welcome to be with us
The dead embryos
Land in Neverland to sleep
Where every Christmas day
Father Christmas
Finds their vacant nurseries
And learns their names
Where one little girl
Half asleep will make a wish and ask
If you find my little brother
Give him my love
