Kindred

Before my bones
were strung up
like kinetic sculpture,
I began tracing
his eclipse...

A static pulsar
radio frequency
in the thrum
throttle
thrall
of the great dance...

Like an owl
with a rodent,
he had swallowed
himself whole...

Spitting out tiny skeletons...

Each finding
unique time signatures
of their own...

Adding dervish beats...

Harnessed
to the guile
of the moon...

They bend
now and again...

To plant spirals of teeth
in the damp
soil of fertile decay...

I watch in fascination
as they grow
little green shoots
with tiny transmitters,
already humming with energy...

Fueling
the concentric circles
of relativity.