there is nothing but the dried whiteness of bone
and
the crackled richness of autumns' leaves ; fragile & fallen
the scent of snow & sage embraced as it hangs moist & sharp
strung by silver wire fine to the naked white birch
twirling & exposed
relevant organs donated to Oz
movement becoming transgenic, soft & grey
stripped
ashamed by want and
crystalline hollowed
breath irrelevant
surrender here
