draining bloodshed you must go
shedding your flesh
the clarity
the weight of months of snow
this winter they too will feel
chinatown arrogance
your final year
your pay back in spades
ending late days of november
you came to naught
spoiling to mold and wormsoil
evoke pedestrian stupor
near an electrical substation
senseless metastasis
small, shrinking world
you lie as compost
hissing noxious humus
shoulder over falling trees
mounds of them
dead dino leaves
dino remains from a dinosaur plague
lofty sense of blue silk
that laughing self importance
picking opinionated parlor bones
you could not stand
these collapsed lungs should have