bones etc

I’m a rough and tumble of bones

Long bones, ribbed and stacked, sockets and curves

A wild engine under the skin

I love my lips, my hair and especially my eyes

But they are wet mollusc excuses

Which will melt in the heat of time

My bones, insistent and white

Will remain, get discovered in some black cave

No record of my eyelashes

No clue as to the hot glue of my personal organism

Just a frame, skeleton exo

A physical hex on the battery of space

And then dust, motes, holy death

Bonefields