ossuary achievement

crouch here
feel the ferns on the
skin fresh for thinned
sunlight

the ravens are loudly
looking hooked to the
dead limb with
crooked knees

thunder is pouring like
gravel from the truck bed
its like listening to your
chest full of whooping
cough cobwebs

your forest eyes brim
with wet dilution
time licks the breeze
sated through the seep

the soul stained shirt
thats wrapped around
your sanity

we have placed the bones
of our meetings
here to consume hot
ash sunlight

there is poetry between
your fingers

and miles on your heart
and a corner upturned
on your angel mouth