I’ll Take A Look

I’m no kind of expert, but let’s examine you.
I know what to look for if you know what to hide.
Unburnt effigy and empty grave,
Keep scratching at that scarred skin.
The dusty bars of the high trapeze
Silently await the agilities of sin.

But perhaps it is best to stave off explanation
Of ideas brought ashore under cross examination.
And say my expertise is perverted by needs
As my afternoons are by sunsets.