Ribcage Glissando
At its center, a fleshy
pearl; a burning rose
belonging to a plangent in zeal,
God. A saffron bloom of a heaving
heme, spreading its fingers concerto
in a peacock of veins.
Rhythms of ebbing in agony,
breath surrounds a deflated star;
the light susurrus of its a muted hum
shielded drums.