Bones, my bones - 

unburied bones, battered bones, bird bones 

Bones collected, reconnected, rearranged, 

And the body - strange. 

Light blooms a yellow skeletal girl, 

lying on a yellow skeletal bed: 

how long has she lain there in her darkened bedroom, 

wide-eyed, wonder-eyed with her own synaptic snap, 

her electric unbending? 

Take her hand in yours, 

feel her skin cold, her leech-heat, 

feel sleep slip beneath her skin, 

slip to her brains, slip to her guts, 

slip her away to dreaming.