Grief

Last night
his cries were an empty house
Nothing much left
but vertebrae like wooden beads on a leather cord
Shoulder and hip bones delicate as dragonfly wings
The rest just fallen hair like ash
dusty and discolored
I was disgusted
and ashamed
Instead
I stood naked and backlit in our room
Leaned against the dirty screen
watching fireworks burst like blood vessels
Red and green bruises
on the wet sky