v. the water cycle's last step
and when they find us and what is left of you
in the morning, they will have to sort through
lakewater-chilled pebbles and snapped shells
that all your favorite birds discarded here
once they became too hollow for their appetites.
who would scatter you, you elegant construction
of tragically fragile bones that scaffolded
a starry soul? i toss a pebble and somehow
the whole lake shudders. cold wind blows your way
and somehow you are knocked down. none of it
makes sense to me, you see: no proud skyscraper
would crumble into dust from a glancing blow.
i don't see how you should. i don't see how
everything you were built upon should fall so low.
i don't understand how you are now a little too close
to the water level, the ripples i caused threatening
to erode you and the final pose that your bones sculpt
on the earth, at peace, skull still tilted back to the stars.
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