Heads on a slab
grinning with a stopped song
blood frozen in mid-crescendo

remainders dancing in weightless sheets

tangled throughout star patterns
tip toeing over straw bridges
to a pyramid of duck feathers
glued and sun lathered
to a semblance of stone

teeth locked in gold embraces
where the dream cracks like a cell

a silk bulb separating into ears

dried brains rolled up in clever tongues
chins close to marble
eyes gone back in lids
that never knew their game.