Melody

 

Traveling a life
     along these bones
Stretched highway measures femur
     Dark hollows through ilium
A quake in the belly
     Breath whispers a night sky

Heart pulses bright
        through stained bars
     Singing,
        open up. Open up.

And sometimes
     in moments kaleidoscopic
        and hushed
that cage does open up
     and a light drapes out
        which cannot be seen
A viscera that cannot
           be touched

But a song,
                yes,
       A song who can be sung.