bleach

Carrion sprawl, a hungry buzzard creeps over your lily white clavicle.

guts and strength

Brain and mandible

have long dehisced and spilled to the topsoil

your work or your sloth brought you here

Sin or saintliness.

God will render off the flesh as needed to rebuild you, but first deconstruct you

let you stay out in the sun

In the bottom of the valley of the bleached out bones

To get the stain out

But. Drop the old path that brought you, now

all that matters now is the

call up .

Up

Phalanges.

Time to grip a sword again

Up

Tibia.

Raise up on your knee

And may your rattled ribcage accept the lungs again.

Woven sinew, muscle full of rage

ReWelded to the sockets and

The ancient fire in your chest starts to beat