Thylacine Man

You don’t need your body
Orange yellow aftertaste
She might be dreaming, awake or not
I don’t need my body
Everything in all
I hear William saying- «see you at the show»
All the time she was singing there, people came down
Here in the city word just spread out
«You don’t need my body» she told the ground
Holly leaves and honey
«Yes» agreed the plow