Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr god, Herr Lucifer
Beware,
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
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