Undead

hand
jut from mud

wiggles
fingers

butterflies
land

on each
one

and dance

flapping
their wings

blue
wings

sky
wings

cloud
wings

sun
wings

balance

and
dance

wings

through
hole

in the
sun

and dissolve
completely
without
a shadow

or trace
without a whisper
nor evidence

nothing
left for
memory

knowledge
or
for anything

to pass
onto anybody

about
any of it
nothing

to hold onto
no
ancestor

to cry
upon
no system for understanding

deformity
takes place
a nub

a limp
elbow

in the
brain

and
slowly

as
time

un-swells
from the
wound

of protruding
exits

frost
accumulate

ankles
gain entrance

standing still, but

why
someone
guns

while another
turns sternum-cracking

let
weep

eyed-attempt
remains

mysterious
whatever birthed anything

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