I have done all they said
A snail with pre-planned chambers
One layer more, another lesson
Sparking flames dying to embers
I am done, rotting, empty
The shell is all that's left
The same strong stuff of skeletons
Bound as stilts and jointed chopsticks
To the flesh
I have done all they said
Muscles marionetting a parody in calcium
A tailored suit of protein
Each creak, snap, pop of joint
Whispers
Free my bones.
