I am the bones

picked over

left to bleach beneath
a sun who refused me twice

A rib poking rude into the sky
jutting till she cannot ignore me

A femur
polished obsidian
sold in a chinese market place
to a man with a small penis

Later
he will rub my ebony rigidity
against his flaccid shame
to rise again

A skull
staring still
accusing eternity
of owing me more than
I received
less than I deserved.

My scatter
sinking slowly

beneath the tread of sneaker

the crush of man

the tooth of feral

crush me soft
in your maw
pulped
and spat out
for tastier fair