the final makeover
one day death
will give you
a makeover
death will
scalp you
peel yr face off
unravel yr shape
like a mummy
striptease
tossing the dumb
rubber suit
to panting worms
leaving you to
look stunning
in all 206 bones
a bright brainless
skull smiling
w/ the same sun
before you were
born shining
thru yr ribs