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

maybe