Solvent

The knack looks about his place

Decay follows him

A scent stasis in the nostrils of all who call

Held for time the festering aura

He searches and finds his essence

An old nag to break, she will do

A knife cut deep slashes hide from flesh

And makes a false coat, tanned for his warmth

She is left shivering, naked

And this brings him contentment as he goads

To pry flesh and sinew and muscle and fat

And organs and waste and lastly the heart

Laid bare exposed now festered raw

He will use these in his assault

The bones ground to fine dried dust

Set alight to fire his cauldron

And slowly he coaxes the flesh

From life through lifeless quivering mass

It bubbles and congeals animating verve into itself

And he removes warmth and ignores it cool

Hope fades, a wanton loss his destroying satisfaction

And fires anew to bring the mass to existence

Then reduction insult once again

And again and again

Till done, the body disembodied is granular

Pliable sand the distortion of its former

Time had passed to create this, stuck

Another trophy of his work

He applies it liberally to his mantle

And sets her feet into it

Walk he says, I challenge you

But you are knackered

Held triumphantly to his collection by this glue

Derivative formed from you

Stasis, inertia, bound

The simple, love takes up the tool

Slowly patiently pries inward from the edges
Sensing life in the soul
Warmth gives rise to meet warmth

Applied together melts the bond

Her feet can release from time

You could walk now 

You can rise from your exhaustion

Step away from this render

But you must choose