Loss

Cast the falling bones my child,
draw close, the flames seductive,
cast shadows in our world; caves of
abandoned cries.
Destructive peril,
tore infancy, made filth, then
bloated hairless skin.

Cast off old fears, and read the bones,
the rune spelt path, your guide.
Rest against my skin, and share
the phantom suicide,
that battered the door of innocence,
embalming purity.

Throw aside your cloak, uncloak
the real unbiased sphere,
of loveless, hateless, cold impartial stares,
transfixing slimy growth.

Young child, in such perfect form,
Strip smooth, soft skin,
step this way.
where ancient touch awaits,
the parting of this day