Them Bones

I stand in my skeletal state
Letting your rage roar through me
It scrapes across the bones of my rib-cage
Rattling through the space where my heart would be
Grasping at my xiphoid process
Wailing through my scapula
And screaming between my vertebrae

I look at you standing in your skeletal state
Snarling at the universe
Defiantly demanding what you claim you are due
Grasping, clutching, straining for something to reflesh your bones

I stand in my fully fleshed Be-ing
Watching you gnash on the scraps you've left behind but refuse to walk away from
My heart aches in sorrow at your pain
My lungs strain for breath, to voice guidance that I would willingly give
But, you reject any other reality except for the one you have chosen
And lash out in unmitigated revenge for pain meted out to you

And I stand, again, in the bones of my Be-ing
And I stand, again, in the frame of my essence
And I weep at the tragic hilarity of the fury
That sluices past me

Hoping for the day that you are able to rise again from your death
Praying for the night your bones tire of shrieking in marrow-deep wretchedness
Standing for the time you step out of yourself to truly Be.