Ivory skull
abandons its darkening sockets
to the writhing earth
and opens its jaw,
tongueless,
in a silent call.

Black fly crawls
over fleshless bone.
Insects skip easily
between death and life

from pale carcass
to green blades,
rising gallantly
outside and within

feeding on decay.
Life sprouts from darkness,
basks in the distant sun
and wilts again.