In memorium

I am word play,

A homonym. 

I am ragged slivers

Of golden skin. 

I am suspended,

Gilded,

Frieze and fire. 

I am wrecked,

Metacarpals fractured

And ulna snapped.

I am the one kind child,

Wild, wild. 

I am birch bark burning

In frozen rain. 

I am Van Gogh, earless,

In screaming pain. 

I am warmer.

I am free. 

I am bluebird chirping

On rotting eaves. 

I am forcing

A granite mind

Out of a child soul. 

I am buried

Underneath this hardened dark.

I am freezing underneath

My shell of warmth. 

I am holy.

I am godless.

I am sea star healing

From jagged blade.

I am counting seconds

Until she dies. 

She is speaking

Different tongues.

She is done.