it's a hole.
Not a crater
seen on the moon
it's a hole.
Clean. All the way through.
With borders
made of Raw Meat.
Drooping off
of
deeper things
Hole-sized things
Crater-sized things
Bone.
Hanging.
The wind blows through it-
a wildfire of a windchime
Hollow. Drafty.
Death is like that.
