Oh tiny silhouette,
how delicate you must be.
Moving, shifting, crawling,
between the chain-link fence
Doing acrobatics from link to link
Tending to your home,
Simply in a second
your lungs are filled with toxin
up and up and away your legs go
bending, curling, breaking,
Contortionist in your own home.
Oh tiny silhouette
how delicate and dead you must be.