museum of meat and diets and unconfirmed deities

With every cut of skin,

a circus of blood–

 

drops trapezing off veins

juggling moles, sun blisters

 

elephant trunk disconnected

from its rest– an arm

 

abandoned bodies may also be called

museums, the kind that are abandoned too

 

and underneath, dancers dancing death

a glow-in-the-dark complaint letter