Field with Miscarriage
Your body spills across
the wheat. Empty husked,
silver podded. Glistening
before dark. Your ash clings
like blame to my fingers,
the cellophane bag we brought
you home in.
Terrible, to choke
on your airborne body, watch
you disappear with the sun.
Twelve ribs are present.
The long bones are unremarkable.
The heart is opened in a sequential fashion
along the flow of blood.
(body as water, consumed by rivers
in order to feed. water’s responsibility
remains the river & its light.)
The lumen contains no significant debris.
(measured light. for example, the shifting
light of birds, or the cranial scallop
of iris in long-mouthed bloom.)
The head is macerated.
The scalp has no hair.
(next to the irises: strawberries
seep in a bowl. pitted with dark
seeds. unfruitful. liquid.)
The brain is extremely liquefied due to maceration.
The scalp is incised in the usual mastoid to mastoid fashion
(how a river turns skyward, its mouth
split toward a skull. lily-petaled
beneath the pull of water.)
Upon reflection, no evidence is identified.