X-RAY, etc.

Amongst trees black                                            bones against pitch,
                                              a cabin            leans wind-
Molten orange hearth-glow                     shimmers through
      planks on planks gapped, stones                      on stones dry laid-

                   Feet shuffle forest floor             a line of humans snakes,
slithers shadows towards the cabin's oak slab door; each
                                                   harbors hidden horizons,
                                                                         hidden designs-

                                                              Inside,
Seer & Dipper stand by a cast iron cauldron;     each leans a pole
as fools on fools tumble headlong through the door               
             eyes unblinking, mouths agape-           This, their final
                                                                                          accounting:

                                                                      Tremble terrible silence;
some whisper prayers,                   some beg, as all have
                                       tongues, but none ears-
                                                                                        Some
wear grim faces, some sob-                  That this should be-
                             Others laugh-                   All the way to the last
                howling laughter turns
horror; or delirium;                      they laugh themselves hoarse-

Seer & Dipper, both gaze acid-               Burns away all mere rags-

                                                                                           Naked,
one by one, each fool's dipped              in light, cast before a screen
shines through-                                           Scatters nerves,
        blood vessels,        ribs,                  spines-
                                                                                  And into the pot-

Every last bit boiled, examined-             In the end, all that's left's
all they ever really were-

When Seer & Dipper go home for dinner,                   they leave
     the door ajar-                                                 Shifts as nameless
                                        bone piles whisper breezes instead-