It is true you deserve to die

Some stuffed gull suspended
Above the benefit dinner

A miracle knew you
Made you human

Whatever you touched grew more like itself

Unsatisfied with itself
(So you touched it all)

And this they called the Lambada
Explained the boy

When he crawled on top

Your sick front admit it
Vaguely affected by the tide

And emptied
How quickly a house

Falls into disarray

Not knowing a dance
Could be survived

Or a grip so easily
Unfastened

Torn as you were at the root