He took her from the pile of the skinniest,
A stop that ended his two hour search.
As he thought of her face who made him fall in love,
He vaguely wondered of what he could do with her.
Her face was still and beautiful as her vision of humanity,
She was fearful and shocking even before she died.
Her long hair was to him a strap that carried her body,
Her long skinny body that curved with his back.
He paused for a moment to smell the air,
He wispered to God to the skies above:
"Oh thank you my lord for this terrible gift!
Itīd be impossible if she were alive."