suppose / Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a pierce of money held between
his thumb and first finger

So it still has a ways to go, but I've coded webby in Notepad because I'm a stubborn girl. Using work by E.E. Cummings at the moment. Considering keeping it, almost. I love that man.

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards

she is sitting beside young death, is slender;

likes flowers.