It is safer between legs of cement,
hurts less to have lost the contest
of excavation. Did you know
the bones of humans dance
after dressing down flesh? They dangle
the heart low in their ribs like a charm
on a string. I remember silver bracelets
that jingled like the sounds of dancing
bones. No one would know
if a body fell in to water, the soothing
sound of noiseless floating. Can you
hear the wind die? At the base
of stones caught in their louvers.
It takes three thousand breaths
and a night to blow the dust
from candles. You will never see fire
where impermanence reigns the sky.

First published by Immagine & Poesia

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