Ossuary

	With all my desperate symmetry,
	With all my white lights, and straight lines
	My skin will still sag at the end of my life
	Death pirouettes through the flicker of the wick
	And makes you sick
	Once interred, in turn to turn to bone
	Fate unseen, kiss the stone
	You hope that where you are, that you're not alone
	Then I awoke
	To coil and shiver
	Like eel out of river
	Like the grave was my own
	Oh frailty
	What worse fates could you possibly show me