Sunday, 23 February 2014

ENDOSKELETON


ENDOSKELETON

Sinister thoughts fill the cranium
Seeping, coursing, flooding, overflowing
Sending convulsive sensations down the spine
Those uneasy metacarpals, itching…
To send a calculated one to the jugular
to fossilize  this meaninglessness.

The burden on the tarsals
Mocked by the weight on the soul
The soul stole from the sole in whole
And took far beyond physical
The grim reapers’ bountiful harvest
Hanging indoors from a beam – limp.

The phalanges that cradled… no rocked
Slowly, gently in  rhythm with agony
Then stopped.
Releasing the deadly pill to induce still-ness;
The crumbling down of life processes
That began long ago with the endoskeleton