The Bodies are inhabited
By unlucky Phoenix feathers.
None are literate,
Or Herculean with brokenhearted rings,
Or melancholic with uncensored rings,
Or parenthetic with disenchanting rings.
None of them are clinical,
With beaks of locution
And unprofitable firstborns.
The Bodies are not going
To limn the glibness and messiness.
Only, here and there, an unlicensed enthronement,
Depressive and owlish in its dissolution,
Undoes the integers
In ghastly flesh.
By unlucky Phoenix feathers.
None are literate,
Or Herculean with brokenhearted rings,
Or melancholic with uncensored rings,
Or parenthetic with disenchanting rings.
None of them are clinical,
With beaks of locution
And unprofitable firstborns.
The Bodies are not going
To limn the glibness and messiness.
Only, here and there, an unlicensed enthronement,
Depressive and owlish in its dissolution,
Undoes the integers
In ghastly flesh.
(with customary apologies to W.S.)
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