[Updates from The Writer's Desk]

do you like my skeletons?
you kept asking them to dance
often pulled them from their closet
in all their morbid elegance

‘twas not enough to see their structure
‘twas not enough to view their bones
you had to tap, and tug, and bend them
document each creak and moan

and when I told you that you knew them
assured you of your notes
you’d pull those monsters out again
to grimace and to gloat

‘twas not enough to know them outside
‘twas not enough to know them in
you had to pull each one apart
reconstruct each trial and sin

and now they stand between us
ivory relics, stiff as stone
and you cannot look around them
you only see me through their bone

do you like my skeletons?
I hope, for they live with you now
at your behest, at your commanding
cages you cannot disavow