Asleep in this weightless cradle,
I dreamt of wolves and angels.
A thousand miles of sky couldn’t
keep me from you,
couldn’t keep parabolas of fire
from sloughing off my wings:
Holocaust dander to kiss your
lonely mountain.
I’ll leave your love letters drifting:
Orbital effluvia
for all the world to read.
This chronicle of war reflects the kaleidoscope of life in combat, evoking the colors, sounds and sorrows of those in battle, and those left behind.
"Bone Fragments exemplifies precisely that fragile mechanism in which horror and humanity are held in the transformative flux of poetic vision." - Carey Scott Wilkerson