Women, meat, all jaws, Hughie feared;
Pruned Hughie rattling inside himself,
no rattling outside,
but bloated sensationless, bone-dry tinder.
All pray: feed the soul; Hughie feeds the soul
‘til his soul is ballooning out of his body,
and he giving thanks for spiritual growth.
Concrete-heavy Hughie, all aching,
walking the earth like a space thing.