The Unburied Flesh

A stiffened emotion creates airtight in breath

 In the lungs there is the place a lonely hearth

 The spirit is torn whose birth was just wreath

 And the blood fastening to nerves like sheath

 Who was breathing for me in staring my eyes

 Who was laughing and murmuring in my sighs

 As whose craving for send me in world of lies

 And for whom my life was not my own device

 As in my voice and in my heart heron rends

 And in my mind the pain thwarts moan ends

 As like spirit comes out from my body bends

 Its sharp end of wing cuts the skin by dents

 Whose leg tears my mouth with rounded nails?

 And shows me the flesh in simpered face else

 I screamed on thy lashes at my unburied flesh

 And whose shimming hand in my heart belays

 The heartbeat which was for thou now stays

 In the long ground of loneliness region airtight

 Oh better if thou would bid my flesh in the night

 So I wouldn't see my blood that runs for thy sight

 And there would not be a sign of pride on thy right