BONESOUNDS
by Barbara Spring
Make my left thigh bone a flute --
punch holes for fingers and lips.
Make my skull a drum--
beat on the bone with sticks.
Of my jointed fingerbones
string windchimes
so breezes may click them
outside your bedroom window.
To humor the wave length unwinding me,
make the sound no bell tolls
no wood thrush knows
no human tongue tells.
Copyright © 2000 Barbara Spring <barbaraspring@novagate.com>
Illustration copyright © 2000