En Prise

hanging i am the piece that’s lost caught in the little flanks for the rooks and vultures to devour at this hour where sunlight and twilight do more than merely rhyme hung by wire i pass the time soaking up sunfire hanging and i dangle swaying to the winds that mangle i am torn and tattered won’t someone get me down from here? splatter my brains and scatter my remains? (i’ve no need for myself) save the dirges for someone who gave a rat’s ass about living every day was my funeral this is my finale the end of me