Beneath the skin
Beneath the lips
of my scrawny skin
lies a song
from dark pores

Beneath bridges alone
except calm waters

Above bridges with wreaths
and tired feet
stuttering songs mourn
a wrath for salt

Beyond my skin
is peace and a life
after death.

Sweat
Open your lips
to songs
of old scraggly skins

Distorted music
in happy roars
of angry birds
Contorted music flies
in flappy wings
and tooth- stuck harmonica

Beneath bloods
of torn flesh
feline contempt grows
with chirps of song-birds:
“We’re the lost warrior’s song”
played in tune
of dead skins.

We’re first borns
of new graves.
We’re death itself.
A song for corpses
lost.
Beneath scrawny skins.

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Photo-credit: Dike Chukwumerije’s “Touch me in the Heart”.

©Poet Anny-Razon Justin,

Paths of Ecdyses, 2016