Moldgreen is
the circus tent of flesh.
[devouring]
Before three death rings your decapitated ring
For me he beat stakes into the ground and peeled the skin from a
fish.
He pulled it off
smooth swiping
movements and then I ate
the inside [devoured] was redder
than
I remembered.
He draws my visage in blood on the decomposing corpse of the tent.
I swallow a bone and the bodies
move again.