all gone

Ripping to you,
arms loaf
tough skin
wishing well
I don't see it well.

sun swelling,
open chest, open eyes,
with a candle in the backyard,
the only light will see.

Rice dropping
on a corpse skin, smooth shins,
rubbing alcohol,
burning olive branch
in the back yard,
the only thing will
hear and smell.

I know the pillow
shifting under leafs,
under the knees,
while the owl looks,
and the cares don't care,
while the scream
of the kettle
is untouched, unheard.

With the lines I follow,
wrinkles to discover,
to lie down
and fall into the arms of the
bronze statue,
chipping away into
the backyard,
but in the blink,
and with a wink,
all gone.