Mother of Bones

There it is
The moon
Up high
Suspended
For what seems like years
Before it goes down
Being swallowed
Like medication
So many moon pills
The same color of skeletons
I’ve held in the
Palm of my hand

Miniature in comparison
Resembling the river stones
Embedded in my freshwater veins
The perfect remedy
To help me sleep
And continue to spin
Towards the next day

Towards the sun
My blazing vitamin  
Who I absorb daily
Warming all the
Variety of bones
I’ve been entrusted with
And had no choice
But to swallow

There’s no one left
No laughter in the streets
No children's scurrying feet
I’m devoid of life
Waiting
Patiently

For that vitamin in
The sky to finally decide
To burn the past down in a
Blaze of reckoning
In the most unforgiving manner
I will cease to exist

And still
I turn
With care
Like an old
Grandmother clock
Keeping watch
And time

Lovingly
Devotedly
And utterly alone
As a Mother of Bones