What ghost cuts me

what ghost cuts me
myself
shuts me in the door of the light

turns me in to the demon that I am
small god and wight

white chieftain of the broken bones
carols stuck on the megaphone
chanting extremities

the bark of my skin
changing under the sky to see
who I am now

what demon is it who chants the curtain
of the darkening day
cut into my skin