DESTINY OF A CHICKEN BONE

By Arturo Duarte

Chatter, grudge, mulch
Chatter, nibble, nibble.
Skin, Skin, break, inflate
Angst.  Blister, bloat, bloat, nibble,
Chew, pop, infect, blistering blood, vein,
Thunder, rain, hail.  Lick my wound,
Chew my scar, this chicken bone
Will tell me (my destiny) who you are,
My destiny and yours, bone thrown in
The fire, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.
Immediate whiff of unloving.
Dark, stars, stars, moon, moon, fire, fire.
Responsive light, voice, feminine and faint, resonant,
Resounding from cold chills of the moon, speaks destiny. 
“Walk, walk,” I glare at the moon, but of this fear.  “Fall, fall,
Rise, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, harm, cut, cut, slit, slit, slit,
Bleed, bleed, splotch, splotch, soul, red, red, soul, eyes, white,
White eyes, blood! Blood, blood, blood!”
A black tear from my eyes and a sudden masculine voice resounding
With yells of anger, so resonant, “Thrive! Thrive! 
Ec! sta! sy!”  Hasty silence, flame, stars, moon, fade into
Darkness.  Warm whiff of diving decomposing.  Desperate cries of
Birds, heavy winds carry howling depressed soul cries.
A vein cracks open on the ground bursting out
Lava, blinking explosive volcanic ash, a phoenix.  Anguished theory of
Pale corpses crawl from deep within the fire, pits of hell
And a stench of human wastes gets stronger as they approach.
They plead blitheringly for salvation,” Sanctuary!” Devouring
Desperately warm bodied existence.  Eroded corpses, lava,
Invertebrate animals having three pairs of legs and a three-segmented
Body, tiny, advance slowly and feebly around reanimated
Corpses, corpses with satanic potential, striving
Vigorously for my sexual appetite, blood, an ecstasy.
Slitting my wrist with a sharp blades jab, an
Unforeseen apparition of Jenus and the door of hell opens.
I swallow a maroon vital liquid gushing out, a waft of
Anesthesia, I swallow my life until jaded and drowned.
Reaper walks with a depression, for a reason that I
Stopped a short time ahead of destiny.  I evaporate
Freely.  What’s left?  My blinking heartache, the
Ashes of the chicken bone blissfully, wafting away after
Its predicted genocide.

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