The corpse of whatsoever
inanimate poesy ,
the womb of few blemished
poems .
Like a fallen embryo ;
a poeticule who gives
parturition to azoic
effusion from his incitement ;
and a self proclaimed God .
An inebriated surgeon
was dexterously anatomizing
all of them .
His physique was trembling ;
but with consummate finger
movement ,
the smut dust and penumbra
of the antecedent ,
deep in the corpses of poetry ....