Sing the Bones

Sing the Bones



I am losing all my bones,
Loosing self and stance,

Heaping like kindling,
Losing all my bones.

Put me to the fire,
Sing me bone by bone:

Croon incus, phalanx,
Pelvis, rib and stapes.

Hum humerus, hum lacrimal
Chant deepest femur note.

In Season

In Season

Dry tongue clicks

On blistered lips;

Sandy soil, stony, sparse,

Knows me by name.

Every numbered hair,

Shallow rooted,

Tumbles in the wind,

Bereft of purchase;

Nothing holds.

Forty days and forty

Frozen nights:

Fast and pray.

In every life, a while,

Mountains block the rain.