Metamorphosis

The taxi becomes a hearse;

Balloons blow up like bombs; 

Hospital is where the dead congregate;

A cemetery vanishes (they want to erase our past-too);

Tent turns into a house; 

The icecream truck is cold to be a morgue; 

Flour shines red; 

And flowers bloom as little angels raised to heaven.

Only the Sea stays the same:

Silent, spacious and solemn. 

It houses our sorrow and our joy;

the witness of unimaginable horror;

the bearer of our only hope.