still life still born

drop of  flesh
black dew
planted in Paris's womb
your steel stillborn

jinxed up genie bottle capital
city of love, city of worms
dear princess of lies

mouldy autumn!
Wash away
Rainy truth
make the worms writhe!
make them die


winters stubbornly come round
every time the city whines and moans
and mourns the bloody worms.
autumns will wash away the rain.
who weathered your storms?