Wherever I happen to go
my skeleton goes too:
bone argues with bone
And this is something new;
I used to be one creature –
now I’m two.

The sweet soft feeling part
will fall away in pain.
chalk that I borrowed from earth
that at least will remain,
my unique artifact
not made in vain.

It will lie with sculpted bones
a human reliquary
under earth and into rock
till the fire at the end of time
sets all its prisoners free
including me

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