Through realms of scattered verse
I lead processions in a pale hearse
of images of penultimate
rapture:
death throes
rattles
beds are the stage
for this most sinister dance
of my flesh
as it fades.
Through realms of scattered verse
I lead processions in a pale hearse
of images of penultimate
rapture:
death throes
rattles
beds are the stage
for this most sinister dance
of my flesh
as it fades.