Look at me now, so olde

So ready to go

 Shattershapes

Erupt like a ragdoll left in the mud,

Weird smelly cherished 

Taken care of, in every way

Toss out, games done, rotten eyes

Pull off little organ, night serrated

I collect the ending to prove our guilt.

Must be odors, Float away;

Have a yellow-filled Birth;

Wriggle in the pine Plank;

Try to mean anything.