On the corner plot
By the willow Tree
An arm recovered
[Red roses bleed]
On the picket fence
By the old canal
A burnt out torso
[Restless fire dancing]
Covered in white
Every scene alike
No inch untouched
[A changing puzzle, fools!]
I provide for you
Scalpel and tinder
targets and places
[Perverted lust engaging]
I provide for them
tools of measure
Black bags for treasures
[Cyclic passion rules]
Purveyor of filth
Finest rates for you
I play both sides
[Puppets, I rule!]
Prompted by a @poetryriot prompt: black bag
