Exquisite Corpses

Exquisite corpses So we shall be Delicate, skeletal Poetry Shriveling noses And dry crumbling brains Sifting to powder Like the finest cocaine Exquisite corpses None so fine Breathless perfection 'Til the end of time Gracefully elegant in perfect repose As still and crisp As a dry dead rose Don't take 'his personal So we shall be In caskets of mirrors With no eyes to see Your beautiful bones Now but sweet souvenirs No lips to whisper No ears to hear