Fading from
history, dodging the facts
Breathing
pomposity, engaging foul acts
To the death of a
century, a millennia or more
I will toast
mercury and settle the score
Persuasive
obscenity, she sees what I need
Acts unimpulsively,
a natural feed
She turns west
brazenly, disgorges her meal
She acts
courageously when she’s ready to deal
Simple pleasures
can save you
When your soul is
want of grace
They dismantle
your identity
Contort,
control, deface
