Le Pendu


here doing a jig

inside my Ikea closet

I can dance my Sirtaki

my individual Hopak


no-one knows I am

redacted, erased

for all eternity

just hanging around


I can shake my rattle

jingle my bones

play with my sockets

click all my joints


this my ossuary

my living tomb

my self created

flat pack womb


spider web secreted

in dank dusty caverns

under the carpet

swept out of sight


my stainless steel

is shiny and hip

it will not rust

in that I can trust


what bold explorer

might stumble on

with his LED light

to give me a fright?


one day