Sway, boughs sway
Contortion of pinion arms never still
Sway nightsky away
Flesh draped on scars and crippled will
Rasp of rusty brace and rotting grins
Mouths like wells
Rise bottomless blame
Retch blood and shame
Throats scoured from his name
Wear her skin
And sink, willing to drink
Black skim
From a breast of virgin
Dance the weepers way
Dance, drowning white branch
Shriveling roots, roots slaver wades
Dance, in gangrene trance
Pursued past your days