Danse Macabre (unifies us all)

Ten months of silence
circles the roses,
drives a stake into the dirt
where we trip and spill
flowers out of our pockets,
but their scent fills up
the air and we can't tell
there is death near by.
I saw how easy it is to turn
the world into ashes,
I did, I saw it on the news,
something about oil.
Ashes I tell you,
I'm getting, we're getting dizzy.
It's dark in here and we may fall down.