Hang this man

Burn this man

Put to death my imperfection

Build me now, a recreation

Pore/scar/wart/mole/roll/style - a straying eye

God is in the details

And don't forget the darkened husks of azure eyes


Somewhere my scarecrow is watching and waiting

Crash through the treeline and hoist him up shaking


Effigy

I burn the waste of me

I douse in kerosine these eye of birthstone December cauterize

Blight the sky and send my sins on high

In plumes the man I knew takes flight in

Flickered release of beautiful butane blue


Unwashed mass of follicles and folly

Scare, pores and poor decisions

Raise me up: twist the noose:

my abuses are never more to slain

Another life - my war crimes excreted


Somewhere my scarecrow is writhing and wailing

Bellow the furnace and smell my sins melting


Chorus


Skull heal

Skin peel

Bones wood

Be good


Ember to mannequin of dry timber

Tin hips and leather lips smooth from my lies

My former self painstakingly rendered

Crab-louse coat shorn from wriggling wasteflesh

Wisp and wither


Chorus