After birth.
After all this flesh
power of action
poem of the flesh: farewell!
Junkyard bones some corpses some
images of corpses some
old documentary
looking at corpses big corpses
little corpses corpses in the field
corpses in the street.
Can’t remember
words. Can’t walk
in the garden. Can’t smell
the roses. Can’t drink
a glass of water. Small
corpse on the water
floating
drifting
back to before
birth. Before all this
flesh, power of action,
poem of the flesh. Farewell!