Stuart Rawlinson #82 - Dog’s Dinner

dare I say it?
brighter lights
on darker nights
have stayed unseen

these bones
suspended in nets
of tendon and flesh

sunlight starved
unrolled between
joints

might not
might I say
certainly won’t

re-edify or
brace-buttress
from within

or without

porcelain stains
fresh marrow

a dog’s dinner
waiting in a bowl