Sinew: Lines
caught in muscle a mood
in a body’s moves a tablet of memory
so what is slid into a bin is the body’s candle of deemed refuse
where nebulae is the marbling of meat hung along a lacework of muscle, stars
gaseous clouds an animal’s membranes on a celestial hook,
dignified by roses as set upon a grave, in this bin
discards loosened from the skin now mean the past is a set of dreams
swirling in the path of a diamond, heedless
emboldened by what is past the path of reason
or known to be exact, like the contours of a body, defined as “maternal structures”
on the hoof, the lam, what is passing
a lament is laid upon the landscape in the shadows of a landfill
bright regardless of what is projected by the poet
all the rain washes this trash
sacrifices offered at the abattoir, incense burned
an appetite for the sacred
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