Poetry
Bones
by Brad Garber
The vulture, like a dark bone in a white sky
above the widow maker in a fire-blackened clearing
An oval green turtle in a formless ocean
Like a cloud over a bleached coral mountain
A blood flower in a hardpan expanse
The blinding exclamation in an absence of eyes
A wilting camel in the long sand shadows
Dali-esque and dripping in dying light
A gnawing mouse under warming snow
The black bite before death like satisfaction
A naked man, drunk, on the streets of a city
The ape without forest on the African steppes
A smile upon your lips in the crowded room