kalter fluch

diseases whisper 
where the bell's tone dies
The whole range     gets numb

upper lip shattered into
a million pieces

i drink the honey    of your bones

The guest is alive and wants 
you to dance while you're 
alive 

ghost souls don't find anything to               love or taste 
    Tenants in the city of death 

work like slaves to keep 
a smile while heels burn 
and collarbones    crack

mood of train tracks in
forest 
in moonless air 

marred for this round 

whistling into broken
wells 

setting the veils ablaze