Rebecca de Jouvencel Defile

one by one
the beautiful death parade marches on
as they take their bow, theres a rising applause
look how theyre peeled down to their cores.

stand with pride in your withered skin
beaten to elegance and perfection.
a standing ovation for these beautiful bodies
later to be bound with rope.
we watch, we wish
we could be them.

but look at you now, envied one
you can't breathe, can't hold yourself
you're an old man drowning in a lake
so gather your bones for long enough
to celebrate your dying grace.