There is a great violence a wild capability in all living things who hold some amount of composure To become dismantled to a point where we stop to function are broken down into our raw materials We can explode into ribbons into soft scraps making heavy piles that quietly rest All lips can purse with blood All eyes can loosen unsocketed Only some amounts of vegetation strung up on electrical currents We wait to gibber chewing off our own lips limbless & squealing fluids