Poem that slipped in- and out of my mind / On my way home from a joyful drinking night

Explosions of watershed
when tears are raining red
when cakes taste like pure lead:
corrosions of the pain we had.

Roses like a changing bell
noone, no man can tell
nobody, no voice can yell
of corpses left like a shell.

Follow the sunken star
hollow: the drinking bar
arrows break through the czar
dead like sparrows killed by a car.

Sleepless since night broke through
left standing like an only shoe
left sitting like a rowing crew
will I stay for you.