What good is a body coffined
Or self-consumed
As if the reaper sleeps?
What good is legacy lost
Or fund-lengthened lives
For bulletsâ sting?
And why help
For thanks returned
More likely stabbed
Sitting here
Soul soured
Before an empty tube
Wine darkened
In midnight verse
Hard-faced to any need
I ask what good that body is
Complete, abolished
No-breather, no-brainer