faces, bodies, hair and teeth, whose words could say what lies beneath? tones of winter’s icy spread, we all shall miss them when they’re dead. take a deep breath while you can.
whiskey, whiskey, drink my thirst, fill the flask until it bursts. let your hinges crack and toil, wet the floorboards thick with oil. take a deep breath while you can.
nineteen bats, flat on the street, crack of black beneath our feet. city caught and held them there, cages ribbed and weathered bare. take a deep breath while you can.