gamesofchance

“Bone” (an extract)

The spine:

A sea-horse rippling through the waters of my back
a new man at your nerve centre
eggs fertilising in a brood pouch
attached to your belly

cervical, dorsal, lumbar, sacral, coccygeal

The cranium:

I don an armoured skullcap
to protect your ancient wisdom
your woodland cures for convulsions and hysteria

occipital, parietal, frontal, temporal, sphenoid, ethmoid

The face:

The flat surface of our regulated earth
an apparatus ready to grind us down

nasal, superior maxillary, lachrymal,  inferior maxillary

The hyoid bone:

For good fortune
I forge sound into iron upsilons
cast words to the root of my tongue

lingual

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This entry was published on February 25, 2012 at 1:34 pm and is filed under Poems. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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