Nimetön

remains,
a pile of meat
upon which the dogs had their freedom
but they did not have fangs
quite sharp enough to cut past the bone

remains,
mounds of pus
from which spread flies and worms
with crystalline, white spread wings
as if heaven was their only destination

remains,
a bone,
fiery white and forgotten
dreamed
something unknown and indescribable
in the earth now, and under the sun
all the truth there ever was,
remains