PUPA

The hair will shed

The skin can shield;

The marrow that lifts

The heart may float.

The tears could spill

The veins stand still;

The cells lay neat 

The thoughts shall flow.

Until when flesh melts by fungi,

Ashes blow by wind;

The cocoon may be the record,

Of a being once lived.

Ox bone, merino wool, and hair

2022