I'm no entozoologist,
But I've had enough of
Your ensiform dance,
I'm not your host anymore.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.

Our copycat streak ends
In body bag humor.
Stride away like a ******
With a nest to hide
And I'll paint myself shivers.

Death's blue tongue and
The fuzzy pink tide of birth
Keep pulsing as if
You never came around.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.