You blessed your charity of celebrities

and now anyone can be famous

and anyone can share their story born underground

under glass

and they do it with all teeth glowing

how beautiful

did you hear what they said?

Oh what magic you have in them bones indeed

And the brittle might you knuckle down your spine

In any case

You haven’t been hanging that skeleton too high

Have you?

Or when you leaned on your sharp words

Was it your blood stained breath

From the closed holes on stitched lips

They played the part

That was put right through me

When you told me I was dead.

Or maybe it was just bad fate in an old city.