intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies

that had knocked the pins down

these shoes gripped on the ballroom floor

in the silhouette of dying

dancing on the corpses ashes



yeah, they had plans for him

they had spun the last of the pimps

corduroy, satin nailed jewellery lips

while the guillotine laughed again

dancing on the corpses ashes



and paramedics fell into the wound

like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant

an anesthetic penance beneath

the hail of the contraband

dancing on the corpses ashes



on my way

nails broke and fell

into the

wishing well



defected, excommunicated

all pulses subverted

they made sure the obituaries

showed pictures of smoke stacks

dancing on the corpses ashes



a vivid dissection that mocked

the strut of vivisection

semi-automatic colonies

and a silencing that still walks the streets

dancing on the corpses ashes



in the company of wolves

was a stretcher made of

cobblestone curfews

the federales perform

their custodial customs well

dancing on the corpses ashes



on my way

nails broke and fell

into the

wishing well



callous heels

numbed in travel

endless maps made

by their scalpels



on my way

nails broke and fell

into the

wishing well