Torso: Playing like Revenant

Of thick air, streaming into the room
Where the last sitting was with the beasts.
Beasts with uncanny polemics for the deads,
Rising and rising up in the fire

Of thick ash, finding the shelter
Of the pauper, living in the air, with
The ghostly zephyr, turning on the heat,
Rising and rising up in the air

Of vernal showers, keeping the thirst alive
Like stench, of urge and desire, with
A sensuous outfit to touch the death,
Rising and rising like fire, along the air..