February 21, 2012 § 2 Comments

a skeleton now
the only thing left

not quite silent
in its slow dervish

clicking out
reminders of something
that started out
a kind connection

finger bones
rattle in a rib cage
searching for a heart

teeth clack
for want of expressing

an unfleshed foot
finds the tailbone
aiming for the ass
that is
no longer there


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