A Small Grey Calcium Stone

 

At the moment of Big DonDon’s death

his well upholstered skin and other perishables

simply slipped off the skeleton

and vanished into the bedding

 

This spectacle grim-macabre

was incidental

in the privileged splendor and sight

of Big DonDon’s naked framework

 

Those present were moved to applause

and photography

by the magnificent beauty and superior quality of his bones

 

They were all

flawless

spurless

inbred to perfection

and blessed in the intense purity of whiteness

 

it was as if each one had been carefully bleached 

from within

 

Big DonDon would have been delighted

and found eternal comfort

in the knowledge that his remains were capable of such bedazzlement

 

Caged in the rib lattice of this great white wonder

was a small grey calcium stone where his heart could have been

 

it still rattled about

pretending to beat

as it had done for so many years

 

At the burial

 

those paid to cry

did so with enthusiasm

and tossed cufflinks and coins

after the golden sarcophagus

as it was lowered into the dirt

 

But the earth herself

refused to hold his bones

 

she couldn’t

she was sick with a temperature

and would not poison herself unnecessarily

 

So the bones of Big DonDon were rejected

 

castaway in resolute respect

floating from the grave

up and away in all directions

 

Crows circling above

grabbed the tender pieces

the kneecaps

and the tiny finger knuckles

 

while an eagle took the rest up a cliff

and built a home

and laid her eggs

and raised a brood

 

in a nest of Big DonDon’s bones