Heron & Bones
we used to be perfect
and my eyes never shed
these bitter tears
there's always something wrong
with me
i'm drowning in the tangles of the ocean
again
and this time
my head is being held under
and the sky is lined with bones
and music is something the bones have consumed
and broken records are reflected in my eyes
look around and far around
and a heron falls in graceful glory
as the bones silently snap her wings
February 22, 2003