13II. The Flesh Tailor
Hermetic in the hush of his shop
he only sews new suits
using sans pareil bolts.
He's tucked away on a dead-end street
his tools in tiny drawers
sterilized and cold.
A master of his art
he cuts raw edges
and pins close fits with precision.
With vermilion thread
he makes delicate work,
an argent needle for these stitches
His mouth set in a permanent sneer
his overlong fingers
easily grasp scissors.