Poor Spine Me

by earthquakeinthepoorhouse

Poor spine me,

Gone bend where

Straight should be.


Poor bunny grey,

Scent of earth now

Scent of hay.


Nesting, yawning thylacine,

Pouch face backward,

Doom unseen.


Little dog you,

Rib meet claw

Of kangaroo.


Sleep in clay diprotodon,

Jawbone strong when

Skull is gone.


Wildcat wail,

Shotgun make

For blood on tail.


Poor spine mine,

Settle on a mattress

Like trilobites.