When the blood
goes thin,
and the skin,
like onion peels
into layers,
I cradle these bones,
and cherish
these moments,
like forever,
entombed,
like forever,
trapped in these bones,
where cells converge,
and the heart pumps
like fists
on leather drums
pounding, moving forward,
pounding,
cells converging,
dying,
flesh,
cradled in this skin,
on top of bones,
live forever,
one day we'll be scattered back to earth.