Monday, July 23, 2007

Zeke Can't Dance

Zeke borrows a trick from God
Puts on a record
Makes dry bones dance
In my living room

Zeke divines blood
And bone between us
When what exists
Are brittle fragments
Best left unexhumed

He tries to strip us
From love's grave clothes
I want to believe he can

My flesh and bone
Long to dance
In the living room
Sinewy breath
Pulsing blood
Revived by Zeke's bones

The record skips
The beat is off
Zeke's sharp elbows
And bony protrusions

We fall
Flesh away
Revealing the valley
Between us
Prophetless and bone dry

©Cathy Warner

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