i rub this ash to
my skin
burns me into
a sarcophagus
fourtrillion flecks- dust
i used to have bones
i used to have flesh
i used to breathe.
i loved
i took for granted.
i heard pictures
i used to think
              critically
              worldly
i held footing
where rare humans
breathed
where many have walked.
look at me now.    again.
washtch me
i am just the dirt
the over priced acre
the under the table
scrap for dogs
i am unseen molecules
no you are not blind
no you are not
only remnants,
seperated pieces
i can no longer be
grasped
within your arms
reach you cannot
let go-
memories of that fork
in the road scraping
against my teeth
when we ate
your sister's casserole