number 5

the wind blows over the lake

invisible muscles move the bones
rotate and lift the wings of the crane
launching and crying
seeking a mate or a child

the second and the fifth
evolve

the mountain bellows thunder
snow covered and silent at this distance

what you feed yourself
what you feed others
reveals your heart
without a scalpel

eat what you want, but
words enter through the eye
and exit through the mouth

immoveable feast (20160719)

the outside should be hard
the inside soft
like a marshmallow wrapped
in a tortoise shell
once used to foretell the future

something fatty
something greasy
something brittle that will
shatter between my molars

i long to grind it up
powder the marrow
against my teeth
saving the last part
the blood part
for the end

when the eighth month comes
there will be hunger

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Feast