Skeleton poem at Sein und Werden
Published March 2016
A skeleton screams into my poem. I gouge her eyes out, but still she screams. She screams into the thicket of sentences and dismantles my jigsaw rhyme. Her scream is fearless like the blood of an owl that drips from the moonlight in the midnight of my soul. She screams sideways into the center of my verse, disintegrating meaning and subverting all mystery. Her scream is the color of stealth. Her stealth is the color of surreptitious birds.
A skeleton screams into my poem. I gouge her heart out, but still she screams.