Poem: Skeleton Contemplation

 

Skeleton Contemplation

 

vultures peck

shreds from the flesh torn by

sharp yanks of wolves till my veins,

barbed as roses, squashed as roadkill, as 

a snake, rise up for the prune-smooth heads of 

the vultures stripping off skin so glossy sloven oozy 

stab stab stab  

stab through a feast of manic flies 

till the skull gawks gummy with blood and 

plum-sized sockets start the fleshless task,

my body a skeletal abacus unwalled

in a tomb of night.

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11/26 ... what what what what what 

1/7/25 eds .. (very hard poem to work)

10/16/24 eds

“Contemplating One’s Own Skeleton”

 

The essential elements of this mystical vision

are the being divested of flesh and the

numbering and naming of the bones.

                                                            Mircea Eliade

                                                            Shamanism