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 kidney huddled next to the spleen of a sixty year old priest
i've seen my veins strain to be seen in plastinate noblesse das kapital continues on well after cell death i've seen my hair coiled in the grass of a ditch in Strathcona County i've seen the oily underpass where the third search party found me
so come back down... we have graves in the dirt so come back down