I want to Bernie me own corpse for one last stand when all the stakes are gone.
I want to hoist my arms to my legs and my legs to my arms,
rolling round tied and bound through eachother to my core.
Set up, propped up, a puppet cut free and tangled hanged and whole.
Upside down with feet to the ground and arms raised stiffly up with a twitch.
A twitch down the string, all bound up in itself, cut up and severed, a hand reaches?
Worm on a String, What Will She Do
Toyb ben Uilliam