by John Grey
So what else is there to do with these bones
having made phalange bangles,
a necklace of tarsals,
and pounded on drums
with a sturdy humerus or two.
My basement’s a dumping ground
for patellas and radii,
clavicles and ribs,
and there’s only so many
skull paperweights I can put to use.
You suggest
why not leave the dead where I find them.
I would
if they weren’t living when I do.
John Grey is a writer.
