They finger you with those nose shards
rape your ears with eagle claws
nibble at your nape with raven beaks
They begin wars in blind moonlight
They bleed patiently into reading eyes
They fall like spider raindrops, legs flailing and wet
And seeking shelters in the wind
Flinging webs that find no black branch or bug
They dress like children in autumn,
All too aware of dry bones and rotten,
Their body is their shawl
Their black body is their shawl
They can taste you they can taste you all
Their broken black body is their shawl
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