Little hands
Huh?
Inside, embers of the children

“EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS BEFORE-”
What works?
Scattered blabber, severed rubies stolen

Inhaled by those not in the soil
Sitting comets hiding, the pop p op po p p o p ping!
Refrain from chopping my shoes

Wash children!
Away our boundaries
Socks of Lady and Gentleman, pecked by ugly ducklings

Prebound by rigor mortis,
Digesting cadavers from the inside, at your service
So to excavate mottled flesh, please, we demand our hands