Body count art.

What do I need a photo for It’s not like I’d forget a face 

Became a shout over and out in women’s clothing 

In all but the same name can you tell us apart 

In tight situations I find magnets help in unlocking 

Mechanisms.


whilst it prowls searching for names on its feathers

hatching plans and bars its own mind from remembering.


The night meeting body count of art

Whilst it’s hazed memoirs lay out on torn bed clothes

seeking reparations for the things it did and didn’t say

As the eyes roll like dice in the dragons head.