zombie elegy

Sideways in the penetration
Your loom coils up to her breath
With a slogan of paranoia

She envisions the same cloud
You embank, your loosened edges
Deteriorate also with a sledge

To the soft part brushed over
Hollows filled in to a stammering
Lift, the fingernails uncover

What I was afraid of, what I said
In shades of dirt and leaf light
What gummed force hit my head

On leaves linked to gasping lips
Which perforate the ground.