WHAT REMAINS?

You know
what remains.
I think
you know
what it is:
insides splayed,
laughing bones,
sinewy white tendrils,
the hollow songs
of administrators,
the cackle
of love...
do these things
get inside you?
or do they remain
bugs
to be studied,
evaluated,
filed?

Be careful,
my love.
Your steps
are counted.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2014