a thorax of a man hollowed out, i carved out some lovely bones from
with hunger, with devotion and in the name
of my own malevolent hands.
sunk my bony fingers between ribbed lungs,
the construct of a beating heart housed by the one who have
no use of it but for me to listen to the conundrum,
a hymn of steady disarray up against the flesh.
throw a small bone to the dog who waits at the door with purposeless
hunger. he seldom bites but should it be starved to its bones,
mad to its brain,
i reckon i'd growl before i pounce.
to find it
just bones, sun-bleached halfway into the floor.
a mad stray, a madder man i was.
