The Meat of a Leg Joint

The sky was gray

And you were a
Small child without

Bones
In your arms

Now you're a man
Who died
Propped up
Against a fence

In the shadow
Of your favorite
Bible story

Still without
Bones in your arms

A mourning
Husband
With a pistol
In his hand

He will smile at
You with the meat
Of a leg joint
In his teeth