I've seen my pale limbs mummified in infernal fridges wax paper, foil and plastic wrap hold fast their hinges I've seen my face in shadowed lines in a six-foot pool of ashes I've seen my kidneys huddled next to the spleen of a sixty year old priest so come back down... we have graves in the dirt so come back down so, no?
I've seen my veins strain to be seen in plastinate noblesse Das Kapital continues on well after cell d**h I've seen my hair coiled in the gra** of a ditch in Strathcona County I've seen the oily underpa** where the third search party found me so come back down... we have graves in the dirt so come back down so, no?