Leavings – The Poetry of Science
The old bones lingerghost-threaded into sediment –a seam of what won’t fade.Scattered remnantsonce bound in heatnow loosened into drift;through silt-windsthey split,reshape,erode –names worn to husks.Somewhere in the darksmall hungers find them,turn them over,press them deeper –a slow unspooling,the air thickwith...