Sonnet to Self No. 1

            

1 To make a necklace, use my whitest teeth,
2 To hold your kukri, take my lower jaw,
3 My bitter veins can form the finest wreath,
4 To carve an ulna flute just bring your saw.
5 And catch your dreams with locks of braided hair,
6 And burn them quickly under moonlit night,
7 But please just leave my larynx resting there,
8 Its final words may want to make this right.
9 l watch corrosive tears dilute my cheeks,
10 The crimson paint of life is streaming down,
11I’m just a shapeless shadow counting weeks,
12 The water floats the lungs that need to drown.
13 But once I claim the pieces lost and sold,
14 I swear to weld them back with finest gold.