Human.

Gnaw me out

and watch my bones

go hollow

Then take

the baby

and turn her eyes

to the flutter

in my flesh

from the light

wind, “a breeze”

you called

it with your

hand doing

its puppet dance

the night

the moon

looked

Feral.

“No worries”

were to be

on my mind

or lips

so you could

sing your song

in my virgin

ear

when all parts

of a lost soul

are dirty,

don’t you know

that?

And don’t you

know the baby

has baby eyes

for only a moment

until her tongue

makes a muscle

and her teeth

take too gnawing

which is

the human

way,

like cursing

in traffic

or making puppets

of the ones

you love

most.