Hear the Cracking of My Bones Becoming Yours | and two others
raised from the dead by your voice / see the ants through your eyes / and feel the earth with your hands
by Caridad Cole
Hear the Cracking of My Bones Becoming Yours
raised from the dead by your voice
see the ants through your eyes
and feel the earth with your hands
taste the air with your tongue
cough and fill your lungs
walk in the woods
on
your
bare
feet
navigate to find a way
to live for a week in your skin
surrounded by your clothes
covered in your hair
growing everyday
into something new
raised on your blood alone
and preserved in the bile
worn out by your muscles
dragged down by your weight
hear the cracking of my bones becoming yours
~~~
Your Body Belongs to You, a Stranger
your purpling skin
grows around and down
through the floor and below
your body belongs to you
a stranger in flux
of purpling skin
growing into the floor
you are you, a stranger
a stranger, slow walking
trailing behind
trailing, hovering
sinking into sad songs
brown and grey
and green and grey
and your very own purpling skin
growing lower
growing roots
your body belongs
to you, a stranger
distracted by the brown sun
on a grey wall
soon covered
by the heavy softness
that follows
~~~
Shortly I Shall Depart
sometime, something
awoke you in the night
you stared at its skin
with a venom you couldn’t place
you disappeared
between its iris and awe
wounded and cruder
and finally giving in
clumsier yet wise
seeking for a breathless deadline
you are young
and you are wasted
misplaced
under six feet of snow
you will not see its face
rather, happiness remains
in eyes
in order
in movement
in a scar in the earth
you think about
the outstanding Mother of God
your mind is too low to the ground
it’s time to cut away
the parts that still grow
long after we’re gone
the sun will come up
sometime
