The vertebrae break.

             In the distance, a vibrato.

Not so much water over

the dam but

               a whoosh

                            of wings approaching.

Women flying in the shape of a V.

Forests falling

              from the dark of their wombs.

Witches will show you how

             to grind together bones.

But come late, after sun

             burnt nipples and caramel skin

where yaw marks singe the road.