Dead Welcome, Bone Ceremony
Dakota Jay (flawed cadaver)
What man am I?
The tin
The stone
The wool
The home?
A man of blood and bones
Or depth and far oceans
I honestly cannot tell,
At least,
Not today.
And if I look down
At these veins
And corrosive skin,
Maybe the material will come to mind
Maybe a thought will strike
And not burn
The problem with a cortex like mine
Is the ideas swarm
And the center sits,
Ready to be scratched,
Ready to flare up and burn it all
God
Am I true?