His carcus lies outside

naked and rotting

discarded limbs push out

of the bin protruding skywards

his murder, i plead insanity

he drove me round the bend

he drew from his pockets

a procrastination of spiders

slowly they hatch, crawl out

from his belly

hairy little tar beads

with ballerina feet

they swarm spinning silk viels

filling my living room

itching my skin, my hair, my

paranoid subconscious

come New Years Day

our relationship was over

i hacked at his woody bones

with loppers

he shed his needly hair

already half dead he was

without baubles and tinsel

fairy lights and his angel.