Here I am composing a burlesque
Out of where they rest their necks
Sunken in their splintered cradles
And ramshackle heads, they asked for it
As a boy I eat my wishes on golden toothpicks and digested them with wolf intestines
I fell from the heavens as a fetish blessed with
An operatic skeleton
And as the stars watch me descend, I crack a family tree and
Chopped off all of the branches