N.P.

Where are you now?

You're no longer my friend.

You are this crippled, mangled, deformed thing. Angry and twisted.

Yet your pretzel body molded itself,
No artist's touch disfigured you.
Lie there now,
And writhe.

Myself and the masses will weep for you.

Flowers at a funeral
Petals and tears.

You are a thing now, you've lost your humanity.

I wonder where it went...
If like a charm, I may pocket it.

You may untangle yet sir.

We are waiting-behind your shadows,

With bated breath...

and backs turned.