Death 
				what is it?
				Scream 
				let it echo?
				Nothing else 
				No one hears
				Like cold 
				coins
				falling between
				numb
				fumbling 
				fingers
				plink, plank, plunk
				splash
				tears run down the 
				faces of the living
				water
				flows
				gathers
				short-ciruit
			pink neon sign flashes
			     room for rent