a spiral of ribs 
detaching like plugs
splitting like looming nodes 
shredding red, tight ribbons 
with a snap only as audible as your mind allows. 

unplug, unplug, unplug 
unzip, all the way down 
spindles going slack 
slack and spooling, loosed, 
uncontrolled tensility 
A freefall.
to unravel all of what could've made me 
if it only had the strength 
to endure these crushing molars falling. 
inert and stainless and 
unyielding
impossible.

this space in my chest where every word I've ever spoken 
is flattened, effortless, without consequence 
broken and die-cast into shapes 
more easily packaged 
and my viscera remnants squeegeed neatly 
into floor drains 
along conveyor belts 
to be cremulated: 
grounds hidden in the ashen legacies 
filler for the mortar 
of greater biographies 
written and read 
by the victors of history. 

all this horrorshow
to disassemble the parts 
of something so incomplete. 

recycle: 
My index and middle finger, accusatory and offensive, 
grasped
pulled apart from my promise fingers
the ethos and the pathos 
splayed in longitude, hoping for long life 
and prosperity 
grasped, yes 
and pulled down, unzip'd 
like stillbirth twins 
Radius and Ulna 
to the elbow like wings
from the frozen box, forgotten in the oven
just like mom used to make. 

recycle: 
head trepanned and poured out in a hanging bag to observe itself 
a lucid dream longer than eternity 
not so different in splinters than it was in life 

recycle: 
the finer bones of the feet made to balance 
on a wire so fine and thin it slips 
between the molecules and memories of broken glass and 
tip toed midnight secrets 
and every dance I knew 
cleaved askew 
neat as cheese, up and up 
trading two steps for marrow 
renaming all those precious parts 
into their sterile latin trays
order up

Recycle:
hips and knees and lips and cheeks and eyes 
all slewn off 
for sausages
gods
 Noble
 meats 
salted so heavily with edges left so jagged 
there's no way to reassemble them
in their greys and whites and reds 
closed casket: call it dead.

if you break an axe head and handle and replace them , one after another 
is it still the one that slayed me ?