Half-digested in the belly
of a thousand fruitflies, a corpse electric
in the rinds of reality
 moves like a tree in the earth
and the flames all strangers with
black brains

perturbing pale as patterns
our corpse peels
living things like fruit
poaches thoughts endangered, 
builds a prequel ark
among grinning bones
whispering viciously .

Animate are all others, elaborate entities
soaked internally 
from the raining in their bones, 
they connect, conjoin to form
a mass of murder
unending as species.

And when on nights when time is far away
and a skull is a bowl of screams
this corpse eats the stars with bloody feet.