deceased mouth voice cross-country
wax drawing bones blanket
lying there in degeneration
fatherchild unbelievable
white starch room flaccid
freckled hands and fingers
leave me alone shoulder blades
curses hair down mirror rage
drowning housebound pick me up
three numbers and what then
terror slippers you’d lose control
why are you here in my house
from your body here we are
let me go, I let myself go
dissolved then solidified with all I had
you turn grey in your bed
disease doesn’t turn you into a saint
you imagine his death
his body on the edge
and take yourself off the chessboard
bedridden figurative temper bills
perform belong memorise salt bath
deathbed earth tiles freckled chest
he did without a single word what you threatened us with
ended our childhoods cold clay
Croque-Melpomene 