In a body I broke maids Chasing brats in braids Melting into anyone Whose shadow never strayed What I left behind Was a poor and single mind Tethered to the cleanest flesh Motley in a bind
Necrosis is my name A stump of straggling shame Boggart in a fancy suit Hiding in the shade Adrift in forms and vapours Sticking to your morning papers
A microscopic recollection A grand and swinging whore The spayed who walks your floor The Ghost of Furthermore Glowing brightly at your door
I remove the sutures Driblets for the future A sliver, a clipping Without mortal features Anatomized and atomized I stalk the earthly creatures Down loose and baggy pants Crawl my disembodied hands
