Bone Poem

Mistakenly forgetting
her,
uncanny ability
as it were
to reach inside
leaving this burning
emptiness

Sickening,
in my belly

Aching,
in my bones

reminding me of my
fear and inability
to face
that moment.

Two substances colliding and cast aside
like the fading memory of a martyr.

The embers of a misunderstood longing
for ritual Tibetan sky burial remain.

From this empty shell
all the hair
cleaned in the heat
of a razors edge
organs removed
the meat pared away
leaving only the bone
to be ground to paste
and mixed with butter…

Let me find peace

Feed me to the sky
Lost in the sound
of angels wings

Carrion butcher
come to me

Devouring...