8.30.14 Her Hair A Filial Wisp

She began by taking her self apart

cell by inch; the grains of

skin and bone 

everlastings of the migratory

world deep within

Next came her ankles, her knees;

the meniscus perfectly glistening

silver and all tissue and blood

necessary. There were

Nights when the hips perplexed

and the backbone rallied; growing

taut and curved, while it

gave away as a great ship does

bow lifting high in the air

then the whole thing slipping

silently down beneath

Sometime later, as the shoulders 
and arm tendons were released,

the Maker came upon her,

quizzical and grief stricken;

pining "Why oh why this crime? "

But by then, her ears

had turned to dust, her

eyes and tongue lain in

the damp evening sand:

her hair a filial wisp storming
far out among the clouds