Dancing Will O’Wisps,
Bright Blue.
Holding a thousand memories –
On which I plan to feast.
Adding to my corpse piles,
One by one.
My flock is the true benefactor,
My own leashed ghosts.
Drinking power themselves,
To grow in affect upon a living world.
They come,
When I call.
They eat,
When I eat.
They Eat, When I Eat.
