Dolls and dolls of bodies ripped,
Fussy cotton poured out in a nest,
Dead, cold and white stare,
Anatomies frozen in time,
Suspended in chloroform,
Ever depressed faces,
Of little copulated ghosts,
Small heads, large heads,
Chopped limbs, stitched limbs,
In rows and rows they run,
Shelved - an icy process
Of nomenclature, of arrangement,
Twisted, convoluted, distorted contortions,
Entwined masses of flesh-forms,
Fused into each other,
In confused mass,
Beautifully ugly gargoyles,
Grown within and without self,
Dead before life began.
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