Will I outlive my bones
or is their fate
to outlive me
defy
their fleshy wrapper’s
decay and
ever more porous
birdlike
fly my soul away
to pierce the stratosphere
as eagles do
and disappear?
they’ll walk me
around
hold me erect
hoist
propel me
body and spirit
till I’ve danced my last
cumbia
in Zumba class
and the music and I
are no more.
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