Three rib bones flush from the culvert pipe
after hunks of pelvis beside the tracks –
the tracks with no arms but rumble
rumble strips and red bell ticks.
Clang go the bones
where no grass grows
Bang go the trains
and the pink prairie rose
Rattles with the rush
in the same stiff pose
as ribs and hunks of pelvis whiten
and wash no further than the small
and shallow depression cleaved
by spilt rain through a culvert pipe.