Houses 206 bones that
are built for defense
against aerial warfare.
Unmatched in sturdiness.
Wrapped in delicate tissue.
Begging you to come inside
your neighbor’s unfinished basement.
The water knows no bounds, and the blasts
break the ceiling as if to say
“bones are just bones.”
My grandmother carried me in
her stomach when she carried you, and
when she carried you,
she carried what would be left.
Are you proud
that these are the bones you leave behind?
Are you embarrassed?
Do you wish they were someone else’s?
Bones are just bones as
bones are just in chicken broth as
bones are just the remnants of a fallen nation as
bones are just in the bark of cut-down trees
as I am just in you.
Long after I am gone,
and my weathered bones have forgotten where they lie,
I will learn to crawl home
into the arms of my father.
I will lie in that hollow womb of my mother
without remembering a single thing about her.