Flesh
Muscle
Bone
Politely move aside
While the knife
Slides
Into its new
Home
Smooth
Marble
Crumbles
While tall
Grass
Sighs
And the wrecking ball
Fumbles
Tumbles
In on itself
Force of will
Is nothing here
Silent
And still
Nothing to fight
Here
To curse
Death
Is to grasp
Tight
Life’s own tail
I sit here
Naked
Skin
Soft
No hint
Of scale
Body screams
Signaling
An inhale
Alarm rings
Signaling
A return
To life
Sight
Family
Shoes
And socks
And ringing
The dinner
Bell