| There is a smell Of sweat, that drips and rolls off of colapsed bodies and evaporates into the air There is a flash frame still of thick veins swelled in a weathered fist edged in cheap gold that somehow translates into a smell. Unearthly, Barely human, All animal. The smell taints a child in the cornor Skin exposed, the smell will sink in to her pores, Never to be washed off again. The taint that follows And that is detectable for continents Never washes off! It can not be hidden by class and taste To the trained eye, she is spotted, hunted, and had. The smell is that of a whore |
| The smell |