The Marrow-Eaters

They prove under examination
to be another kind of evisceration
stoned flakes of athletic frame
crackling under time
The bones were found scattered
over a bed of dried flowers
of medicinal potential – spackled pieces to meal
a kind of cochineal
on a massive scale, the weight
of death in the dye of a shamanistic mind
No such egotistic tripod ever lived, mulch scavenger
No ecstatic lighthouse stood still to shine an anorexic shiver
In the vineyard where all things to be sought
Could be taught — the labyrinth of pulver & gist alphabetized