Old World Vulture 2: Amosite (2015)
Not Writer,
What threadt hides here in the walls?
An ibis-white dwell
In exhausted slumber you’ll
Dream to tap plaster
With a ha ha ha mer
Sweating with lathor,
Crawling to the shower
Gliding over
Aught but the hours
A nightmare had thorough
A needle eye
Done like a camel,
Binder hair coarse and black
Pleural fear, knotted back
Tumorous lungs, a heart attack