The heads firstly
Anchor coldly resolved
On the position
Of stature placed atop
On the teetering pinnacle
                 Situated

The arms too
Whirl wildly disappointed
By the truth
Of light sucked away
By the damning evening
               Stopped 

The chests always
Envelope secretly quieted
For the shame
Of flesh revealed up
For the buttoning eyes
              Scorched

The stomachs especially
Corrode evidently piqued
With the anxiety
Of crowds sneered inward
With the grumbling lips
               Digested 

The sexes traversely
Erupt lavishly disquieted
Into the network
Of flesh connected throughout
Into the moldering orgy
               Enmeshed

The feet lastly
Balance separately freed
From the calling
Of running chased out
From the decaying paradise
                  Relieved