Wednesday 10 July 2019

Cold




Legs laid out
Like lumps of meat
Body in a distilled state
No room no manoeuvring 

As the cold
Slab invites
The host
Centred for attention

The white coated figure
Walks around
For closer inspection
Nothing no complexion

Walking around and around
Echoing metal
Scraped the sides
Uncovering footsteps
Of unresolved mystery  





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