Amazing Grace

Amazing to believe

The us beneath

The muscles that pull

Our faces framed in bone

A matter of molecules

Dancing in curious frisson

Seamless membranes to

Encase our wounded souls

Perfected under anatomical glass

Grief is the natural end

To a house made of matches

We combust in a miraculous passion play

God in the machine

Ghosts in the Shell

And the devil’s in the details

But death will find us

Death will greet us well