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
