Long yellow phantom fingers slide over your shoulders
Ghostly mouths cry from your arms
Ribs are slivered, silvered, glinting, teeth inside white skin
Seething with each breath, searing you
But you are silent
Or did you try to tell us
In those days so still. Stiff arms, stuck legs
Didn’t I know, though?
And then there’s the laughter to consider
Was there someone, red-angry, sucked dry — a human scab — held you down, bashed your chest
While a hundred blind eyes turned back to their Day
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