the truth of bones by katherine fusco

the truth of bones

1, 2, 3, 4,

tell me what you look for

in this bag of tangled bones,

on which the brain balances

melodious joints?

shattered colors?


in the cradle of the soul

calling you to wake

it rolls your eyes

and points your finger

leads you

deceives you

puppeteer of muscles

manipulating the tactile sound

clink clink clink

like the hail of frozen stone

commanded by the vortex of human mind

and the devil contract with gravity


its contents inconsistent

traded and pounded

until shiny

until acceptable

conditioned in the flesh

to be forgotten in the dirt