BONE MUSEUM

THE SOULS HAVE LEFT
YOUR DECK RAIL BONE MUSEUM,
BLEACHED WHITE
WITH SUN AND TIME

SOMEONE'S ASSORTED
DOGS AND CATTLE,
DISCARDED
TO THE  SOULLESS HEAP,
RETURN TO EARTH
RETURN INTO THE SKY

AND YET
THE FORMS STILL ARE

WE DRINK THEIR BEAUTY

KNOW THE WEATHERED COOLNESS
ON OUR FACE
AND FINGER TIPS
AS THEY
BECOME US

(FOR CHRISTIAN)