Bones by Todd Follett

it is the bones that come
together willingly
amongst fractures
metatarsals interlaced
protected by skin sheathes
confined with rings
burdened by emeralds
and sentimental things

the drift of the pelvis
spine arched like a lever
skin and light vacillating

the haunt of another’s voice
transmitted from their skeleton
must hit one’s middle ear
its three tiny bones
hammer, stirrup, anvil
that frame the far
as it becomes the near

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