In the still
a single breath
a tremor of life itself.
A bulbous raindrop
fresh from it’s cumulus womb
erupted – a tsunami
over a discarded carcass of woman.
Ribs picked and pickled,
a gilded gift of Adam repentant of all sins,
devoured in a field of buttercups
nodding their heads in agreement of ceasefire.
In the still-
where the honeysuckle doused its dew
on silken skin,
and snakes slithered in the long grass where woman lay,
her heart beat,
boomed thunder through mottled bones
to detritus beneath,
accepting an apology