4.28.2010

Bones, Cont'd

IV.
FEMUR

THIS IS THE MOLD IN WHICH YOU CHOUSE
TO CAST AND SET MY YOUTH.
YOUR WEAPONS OF CHOICE
FOR SPEED, SEDUCTION,

DANCING.
I RETURN TO THEM NOW
SEEKING OLD HAUNTS,
MARROW RICH WITH LIFE
AND THICK WITH MEANING.
MY SON HAS QUITE THE SAME ENERGY--
SMALL, UNFINISHED VERSION OF HIS FATHER.

V.
SPINE

WHAT SPIRAL-SHELLED PERFECTION
HAS THE ARTIST THOUGHT UP TODAY?
ONE THAT BENDS WITH BLOWS,
CURLS IN PAIN,
UNFURLS WITH JOY...
ONE THAT STRETCHES STRAIGHT WITH DIGNITY,
THAT BEARS THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
AND DOES NOT BREAK.

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