A name gone cold

Frigid moniker, your shoulders are piled high
with the baggage of another day
your arms might swing 
but your elbows ring
called upon in every event
as your collapse misjudges 
even constituent letters.

Write yourself, they say,
it helps your self
to see what mirrors see
another layer deep
and crustacean a bit;
outside bones are pickable
while inside organs 
play your freezing dirge.