Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Bone

There was a bone on the bottom of the harbor. It had no sense of the eels sliding through the mud or the fish with the cancerous eyes, but it did have a memory of a leg standing in a field. It remembered the sounds of animals and slick, pink babies. It lay against a cinder block, the marks of a knife on one end, the creature it had been murdered years ago. The bone was angry, senseless in the water, and wanted light.

2 comments:

Kelly said...

Amazing. Is there anything more to say? Each line, every word, amazing.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks again, Kelly.