Bones

Indians having made off with her job, my wife is now studying anatomy and physiology at the community college and the change is all for the best. She's enjoying herself, and eventually the corporation she used to work for will get its comeuppance, and the Indians have the paycheck and the headaches. It's a fine thing all the way around. Anyway, it turns out that there are a devil of a lot of bones within each and every one of us, and I'm fascinated by the names. The coracoid process for instance, up in your shoulder, is named that odd way because the bony protrusion looks beakish (crows and ravens are of the genus Corvus).

I've tried to do my bit to help her studies - singing of Ezekial in the Valley of the Dry Bones mostly, but I also made and shared with her a series of amazing discoveries of my own, clustering around the concept that the skeleton is a series of echoes of itself. For instance, the elbow is the knee of the arm, while the ankle is the wrist of the leg. The finger is the toe of the hand and the hip is the shoulder of the waist. The neck is a kind of tail, the teeth are thick white claws, and the eye is a nostril that inhales light. Every one of us has our own dry bones, and it is possible that at a word these bones might rise and dance.