Little poppies, little hell flames, br Do you do no harm? br br You flicker. I cannot touch you. br I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns br br And it exhausts me to watch you br Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth. br br A mouth just bloodied. br Little bloody skirts! br br There are fumes I cannot touch. br Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules? br br If I could bleed, or sleep! - br If my mouth could marry a hurt like that! br br Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule, br Dulling and stilling. br br But colorless. Colorless.