King Carrion from First Draft by Alva Dean

Give me my antlers and I’ll give up my ghost
bare bones
strip skin, little teeth
open up
and have a mess to clean

my mind is a crowed moon
waning in the day

separation of a
moth in flight
smoke trail
endless inhale
Summer’s end hosts:
cloud columns at night
head bowed in tempest
take rest when steady motions sets
forms
made peace
maintained

often erroneous still frame
maimed and changed
a body to make the motions mend
give the body the bends
living in
a body haunted
ghost hope
mottled morning wanes
A house of birds is my name
stealing wings to make me tame

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