Scene 18: As the Mantis

The nails, the skin
what they held within
such sweets, such sins
of greys ghastly grim

The body, the legs
the thighs, how they begged
so carnal like cleggs,
erotic rotting eggs

The eyes, the lips
in unspeakable grips
The toes, the hips
of an unholy script

The hair, the face
of untouchable grace
such lulling and lace,
embalming embrace