Is this one worthy of collection?
Does the collection merit its required piety?
Matter and non-matter — all at once —
to anyone other than you
what transpired on that continuous plain.
Contiguous strikes, many chimes
with a semi-sharp pike
blunted from faithful work
at a nub of fossil-
puncturing time beneath skies gradually bruising,
every day, your metacarpals.
The simplicity with which
you can be, have been, will be replicated
occurs. And the bones gather,
immediate with anger of movement, of all age.
And the bones gather within your pools.
And the bones are yours,
and you possess them
as much as anything.