My First Realistic Dream...

by: stacy

Skin departs Body first,
peeling back from muscle,
flying off in sheets
and disintegrating into soil.

Next, the hair,
made a victim of the wind.
Long strands blend with the breezes
until they can't be separated.

Then the fingers and hands
and toes and feet,
hips, shoulders, arms, spine,
forming the forests and boulders.

Blood digs itself riverbeds.
The spaces between ribs create valleys,
while breasts create hills.
Eyes removed and stretched
to fill out a blank sky,

until all the organs and parts
morph and scatter.
Save the Heart
and the Brain,

disguised as the Moon and the Sun,
left to wage war amongst
a newly lifeless geography.
Which will rise? Which will settle?