Dress up my bones

With your hungry stare

I can't tell your breath

From the sober air

The heaves and the moans

Of your ancient sighs

And black young devil’s eyes

Dead model eyes

Never say a word

That doesn’t sweat

You told me

Did i pass through fire

To the smile that shows

The caverns of your skull

In the screen’s dull glow

Disaster and joy always nearby

And black young devil’s eyes

Dead model eyes

Your spine's little chicken wing

A twisted gray wisp

You should hunch from each end

But a frame built in ash

Isn’t likely to bend

Your split little cloven hooves

The desert's rolling corpse

And i’m still out of sorts