To annihilate each decade. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-- To the same place, the same face, the same brute I am your valuable, Herr God, Herr Lucifer It was an accident. Them unwrap me hand and foot-- And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. And like the cat I have nine times to die. Out of the ash Comeback in broad day A gold filling. That melts to a shriek. The first time it happened I was ten. I manage it-- The grave cave ate will be You poke and stir. A wedding ring, The peanut-crunching crowd It really goes. Do not think I underestimate your great concern. And there is a charge, a very large charge They had to call and call I may be skin and bone, Beware And I a smiling woman. I rise with my red hair My right foot The pure gold baby Shoves in to see These are my hands It's easy enough to do it in a cell. I guess you could say I've a call. Peel off the napkin Or a bit of blood My face a featureless, fine I rocked shut There is a charge Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. Do I terrify?-- The big strip tease. The second time I meant Is an art, like everything else. For the hearing of my heart-- Jew linen. I turn and burn. Amused shout: It's the theatrical I have done it again. This is Number Three. A paperweight, To last it out and not come back at all. I do it so it feels real. Dying The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? Ash, ash-- So, so, Herr Doktor. I do it so it feels like hell. One year in every ten Will vanish in a day. Beware. A cake of soap, I am only thirty. My knees. For a word or a touch It's easy enough to do it and stay put. Bright as a Nazi lampshade, So, Herr Enemy. O my enemy. As a seashell. 'A miracle!' What a trash And I eat men like air. At home on me Gentlemen, ladies That knocks me out. I am your opus, What a million filaments. A sort of walking miracle, my skin The sour breath I do it exceptionally well. For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. Soon, soon the flesh