Promises the sign over a tailor’s shop
but presumably sex changes, metamorphoses, translations & -figurations
are excluded, including
having the life stabbed out of you, nothing alters like stop,
certainly a stab at mercy since even to degradation
there are (oddly uneven) gradations,
the hog who’s had his tail docked knows humiliations
though before he’s ham there’s more of him must follow, all will flop,
all we can alter are descriptions. There are no other alterations.
And there are good and bad descriptions. The bad cheapen the chop.
I have altered my descriptions so they cover desecrations,
our native creations (or creative complications)
completely. Rarely sweetly. Sweetly requires a tire fire tires
(like its other forms, desire’s) of its torturous ash for trash swap.