Exquisite Corpses

Exquisite Corpses
So we shall be
Delicate, skeletal
Poetry
Shriveling noses
And dry crumbling brains
Sifting to powder
Like the finest cocaine

Exquisite Corpses
None so fine
Breathless perfection
'Til the end of time
Gracefully elegant in perfect repose
As still and crisp
As a dry dead rose

Breathtaking specimens
So we shall be
In caskets of mirrors
With no eyes to see
Your beautiful bones
Now but sweet souvenirs
No lips to whisper
No ears to hear