As the snow melts, the rose pell-hits,
The kitchen floor with the loudest of screech,
All that\'s seen, Blue, Red, and the strongest scent of bleach,
With heavy breach from all sides of the carved cabin\'s chipped logs,
Panic branches, tear drops burned like volcanic ashes,
Moist hand print on the door screen, and a foot dint in the dead eagles spleen,
Mexican flag held up with a rip in-between, as he mumbles and pleads, \"I am too, a human being\"