Bodies

The strangest scaffold clings to me
Of bones and arteries.
Awkward and imprecise, it counts
My life in little beats.

I wouldn’t cling to its frayed piping
To ruin over time.
False trust in it has sent the priest
Beyond the line of sight.

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