K - Old Sian

He said, "Young revolutianist, why's it always seem
what you build is corrupt as all you meant to redeem?"
Because it is, but forget him, forget his dream
Pretend I never even mentioned him.
I will shortly compare your body to a vase
Your beauty's a trellis; my fingers browning sunflowers
Your body is cool with the distance of the vase
on my parent's shelves, and in my steep-backed farce
as I fight fatigue for your Russian ravines
Slim raven on your bed of smoke
above all the killers in their begging masses
and the man hanging in the first and second lines
who himself hangs out 'Dinocrasy' as a joke
and punctuates our affair with meaningless dashes