Phelps Frederic Pond, Jr.

When I Named Her Skull

When I named her Skull
I knew she'd mull over the intricacies
Of a name like Skull
Score the porcelain bone
To see if it bleeds.

I said No it don't bleed
Skull it don't bleed
It fractures like light
And the colored rays are beads of glass
Parading as your eyes.

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