The muscles have so much left in them
to suspend the poison of the brain with
the animated shrieking of movement.
The head shaking, inside when you
can’t see the motion and the shaking
back and forth when you think I am
disagreeing.
My hands contort in almost the same
motion. Sometimes I think
when I am dead I’ll still be shaking when
the fires of cremation startle the skin and
relax the bones.
- Chris Mansel
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