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Tools that scrape, gouge, and drill

uncover nothing but tendons and bone.

Some evangelist’s taxidermy

fills you up with precious stones.

 

Sacrifice the posture--

crack my body into poses

Like some window display imposter

mouthing holy to the shoppers.

 

Waiting under bridges while

Home-----frozen�"

                      Anticipates

While you

                      Articulate

 

And I don’t know what I wait for in words.

 

But I felt old,

    about three days

Like a puddle left along deserted rails

from September’s only storm.

 

And I have no more words-to mouth or otherwise

Just these circling mantras

                      The lost ark

                      A solemn procession

                      The molting of sparrows.

 

Like crumpled clay

at the mercy of the spinning wheel

   the realization of creation

at the standstill

 

Searching detritus for remnants of mystery

While my mind hums on like coughing machinery

----misinterpreting a junkyard.

Author's Note

I don't have titles for most things so I'm just going to start putting the "Are you human" word as my title. Suggestions are welcome.