Bony to the bone save
Skeletal muscle and chrome
Organs tip-toeing out the door
Ajar autobiographical soldiers
Slipped off flesh on the floor
Invisible like dust
Particles in his head are
Clouding, seeming naturalistic
Roses of a plastic bouquet
Trapped inside an evolutionary barnshed
Conductor of a rolling steam engine
On a winding crash course
Stopping for no one
As Father once merrily said
Grin faced, freckle twisted