Her ribcage woven of wood and climbing roses
in the center nests a family of tiny blue-birds
singing Her soul to sleep
a displaced heart clenched in Her bony fingers

              eager to for-give

eyes bursting with diamonds and rubies
In Her skull, a roaring fire that can never be quenched
wind dusts Her chalky exterior to reveal a skeleton of gold
hair of scarlet silk and tied in a ribbon of promise

                  wondering

She'll outlive the eons to come or her beauty withered in vain