Ezekiel

Dry bones on the shore 

Unconscious of my last ake of skin 

Of my last beat 

My last thought

 Mouth agape, Fingers 

Reaching, never grasping 

Till a knocking came 

Knocking on my Tarsals 

Knock 

          Knock 

A pink noise speaking 

Past my pelvis 

Echoing through my ribcage 

Till I salivate saline 

Senses sifting through weighted scales 

Knock 

          Knock 

I'm rattling as the tide scrubs my skin 

Bitter brine breaking my breath 

Burning my lungs as I'm drowning 

Lord, it’s so hard to live 

Leaving behind thorns I loved 

Knock 

          Knock 

Pressure pries my eyelids open 

Gazing into an Almighty hand 

From stone to esh, avor restored 

Lighting the lamp upon the hill 

An iambic rhythm echoing inside 

Knock 

          Knock