A Small Grey Calcium Stone
At the moment of Big DonDon’s death
his well upholstered skin and other perishables
simply slipped off the skeleton
and vanished into the bedding
This spectacle grim-macabre
was incidental
in the privileged splendor and sight
of Big DonDon’s naked framework
Those present were moved to applause
and photography
by the magnificent beauty and superior quality of his bones
They were all
flawless
spurless
inbred to perfection
and blessed in the intense purity of whiteness
it was as if each one had been carefully bleached
from within
Big DonDon would have been delighted
and found eternal comfort
in the knowledge that his remains were capable of such bedazzlement
Caged in the rib lattice of this great white wonder
was a small grey calcium stone where his heart could have been
it still rattled about
pretending to beat
as it had done for so many years
At the burial
those paid to cry
did so with enthusiasm
and tossed cufflinks and coins
after the golden sarcophagus
as it was lowered into the dirt
But the earth herself
refused to hold his bones
she couldn’t
she was sick with a temperature
and would not poison herself unnecessarily
So the bones of Big DonDon were rejected
castaway in resolute respect
floating from the grave
up and away in all directions
Crows circling above
grabbed the tender pieces
the kneecaps
and the tiny finger knuckles
while an eagle took the rest up a cliff
and built a home
and laid her eggs
and raised a brood
in a nest of Big DonDon’s bones
At the moment of Big DonDon’s death
his well upholstered skin and other perishables
simply slipped off the skeleton
and vanished into the bedding
This spectacle grim-macabre
was incidental
in the privileged splendor and sight
of Big DonDon’s naked framework
Those present were moved to applause
and photography
by the magnificent beauty and superior quality of his bones
They were all
flawless
spurless
inbred to perfection
and blessed in the intense purity of whiteness
it was as if each one had been carefully bleached
from within
Big DonDon would have been delighted
and found eternal comfort
in the knowledge that his remains were capable of such bedazzlement
Caged in the rib lattice of this great white wonder
was a small grey calcium stone where his heart could have been
it still rattled about
pretending to beat
as it had done for so many years
At the burial
those paid to cry
did so with enthusiasm
and tossed cufflinks and coins
after the golden sarcophagus
as it was lowered into the dirt
But the earth herself
refused to hold his bones
she couldn’t
she was sick with a temperature
and would not poison herself unnecessarily
So the bones of Big DonDon were rejected
castaway in resolute respect
floating from the grave
up and away in all directions
Crows circling above
grabbed the tender pieces
the kneecaps
and the tiny finger knuckles
while an eagle took the rest up a cliff
and built a home
and laid her eggs
and raised a brood
in a nest of Big DonDon’s bones