Relics

I don't mind if you climb inside 
 This stump I left behind 
 This lump of rot whose body parts 
 Broke free of dotted lines 

 Pluck a tooth, score a limb
 Scrawl a note or two 
 In this lair of desert air 
 There's room for both of you

 Odds and ends amidst the mud 
 Insinuate a face
 A thin disguise free of love
 Cheeks the wind erased

 An alibi for skin and hair 
 Where only dust resides 
 Crumbled like an arid lie 
 Free of human fear 

 So grab some stringy gristle 
 A brittle part will do 
 Or a compact mass of bone and grass
 With the mellow scent of dew 

 I don't mind if you grin or pout 
 If you're whole or if you're broken 
 Despite my rugged gutter mouth 
 My door is always open

 Written by © Raven Drake

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