Ventriloquist
There is a piece
An ossification
Near the center
a bone that broke
near the gut and between the lungs
nestled at odd angle
dangling heavy
That whines when a storm approaches
Long before the sky has darkened
It's a storm I say
It won't matter I say
The windows permanently shuttered
I am in the root cellar sorting
The rotting from the spoiled
There must be something left to save
Then look around
Who said that?
