You can make it reach if you only try hard enough
Try harder than the bones you piece together
The moss covered
The broken and fractured
The yellowed and bowed
The disformed and dirty
The bones that you found
Some with bits of flesh
Some with teeth marks in them
The bones you dug up
That you pulled out of the weeds
That you pulled out of others
Connect them
Touch the joints together
Make the fractured bits line up with their best match Burrow out the marrow to squish the glues in the hollows
But the glue is not needed
The bones want to be together
The natural twists and knobs
Helix and gnarl in a way that tells you its own shape The sizes may differ as the creatures they come from But that’s what makes the structure unique
Cross brace and bracket
Anchor and fasten
These bones have a way to go
The moon is not so far
But that will only serve to stabilize it
Piece by piece
Link and splice
Rung by rung like a ladder
You craft and assemble
Like some macabre macrame
What started as practical has become an art
The splintered bits lace out
With lesser bones adding adornment
Fish bones
Bird bones
Lizards and snakes
Phalanges and Metatarsals
Jutting out like the moorings of a web
The discolored and blemished
Seem to twinkle in the moonlight
As its silvered shadows shapeshift with the clouds
The ghouls begin to stir
Taking notice of your monumental feature
They mindlessly circle like a vomitous huddle
Unable to think they begin to gnaw
Some on the grass
Some on the trees and vines
Others on their fellow fiends
But some mash their remnants of teeth
Into the bones
But you pay them no mind
The moon is getting so close you can see its pores
The gumming of ghouls continues
And they begin to push the base about
Causing the structure to sway
Like a dance of the bewitching bones
The tallest trees stretch their branches
They wrap their timber tendrils around the bones Shoring them up as you continue to construct
The ghosts emerge in intrigue of the skyscraper
Some possess the ghouls to stop their gnashing
But the bones still bounce
Dancing in the whispers of the wind
Scaling the skeleton frame
You can only just touch the moon
So many bones to get this far
So many more needed to go beyond
Touching back down to the earth
You look back at the moon
And the field of stars where it nestles
As you lay the next few pieces
Bolstering into the moon
You step out onto its craters
You gaze again at the heavens
The closest you have ever been
Reaching out your hand
Stars contort and twist in a maniacal manner
Until they have all joined together to form
A skull to match the bones you’ve built
The heavens are starving
All you have are bones
A meal that satisfies no one
They begin to inhale
Stripping away your skin
You unravel away like a bandage
Raw and barren as only muscle and tendons
The stars continue to breathe your flesh away
Strings and ribbons of your being sail
Into the black ocean speckled with lights
This small morsel of human
Leaves them only wanting more
The ladder of bone continues to dance
The silent song now nearly screaming
You reach down and grasp
In your new skeleton form
Your face a reflection of the ravenous constellation above
Begin hoisting as hard as you can
Bone by bone by bone
You raise your skyscraper heavenward
Replanting it on the lunar surface
Climbing once again
You scale and scour
No longer knowing what lies ahead
Reaching the top of this construct
You feel no closer than you were before
Raise your bony hand
Grasp and clutch at the starry skull no closer
The white of your bones
Begins to powder and flow into that blackness
Dusting the endlessness with more lights
Made from you
Your skeleton skyscraper sways beneath you
Though there is no more breeze
You cannot reach the stars
They may not even be real
The skull constellation releases itself
Back to the dot dappled eternity
As your full form evaporates
You steal a glance at your creation
The bones you pieced together
Meet the same fate as you
The bones want to be together
The heavens are starving
And they eat you whole
Try harder than the bones you piece together
The moss covered
The broken and fractured
The yellowed and bowed
The disformed and dirty
The bones that you found
Some with bits of flesh
Some with teeth marks in them
The bones you dug up
That you pulled out of the weeds
That you pulled out of others
Connect them
Touch the joints together
Make the fractured bits line up with their best match Burrow out the marrow to squish the glues in the hollows
But the glue is not needed
The bones want to be together
The natural twists and knobs
Helix and gnarl in a way that tells you its own shape The sizes may differ as the creatures they come from But that’s what makes the structure unique
Cross brace and bracket
Anchor and fasten
These bones have a way to go
The moon is not so far
But that will only serve to stabilize it
Piece by piece
Link and splice
Rung by rung like a ladder
You craft and assemble
Like some macabre macrame
What started as practical has become an art
The splintered bits lace out
With lesser bones adding adornment
Fish bones
Bird bones
Lizards and snakes
Phalanges and Metatarsals
Jutting out like the moorings of a web
The discolored and blemished
Seem to twinkle in the moonlight
As its silvered shadows shapeshift with the clouds
The ghouls begin to stir
Taking notice of your monumental feature
They mindlessly circle like a vomitous huddle
Unable to think they begin to gnaw
Some on the grass
Some on the trees and vines
Others on their fellow fiends
But some mash their remnants of teeth
Into the bones
But you pay them no mind
The moon is getting so close you can see its pores
The gumming of ghouls continues
And they begin to push the base about
Causing the structure to sway
Like a dance of the bewitching bones
The tallest trees stretch their branches
They wrap their timber tendrils around the bones Shoring them up as you continue to construct
The ghosts emerge in intrigue of the skyscraper
Some possess the ghouls to stop their gnashing
But the bones still bounce
Dancing in the whispers of the wind
Scaling the skeleton frame
You can only just touch the moon
So many bones to get this far
So many more needed to go beyond
Touching back down to the earth
You look back at the moon
And the field of stars where it nestles
As you lay the next few pieces
Bolstering into the moon
You step out onto its craters
You gaze again at the heavens
The closest you have ever been
Reaching out your hand
Stars contort and twist in a maniacal manner
Until they have all joined together to form
A skull to match the bones you’ve built
The heavens are starving
All you have are bones
A meal that satisfies no one
They begin to inhale
Stripping away your skin
You unravel away like a bandage
Raw and barren as only muscle and tendons
The stars continue to breathe your flesh away
Strings and ribbons of your being sail
Into the black ocean speckled with lights
This small morsel of human
Leaves them only wanting more
The ladder of bone continues to dance
The silent song now nearly screaming
You reach down and grasp
In your new skeleton form
Your face a reflection of the ravenous constellation above
Begin hoisting as hard as you can
Bone by bone by bone
You raise your skyscraper heavenward
Replanting it on the lunar surface
Climbing once again
You scale and scour
No longer knowing what lies ahead
Reaching the top of this construct
You feel no closer than you were before
Raise your bony hand
Grasp and clutch at the starry skull no closer
The white of your bones
Begins to powder and flow into that blackness
Dusting the endlessness with more lights
Made from you
Your skeleton skyscraper sways beneath you
Though there is no more breeze
You cannot reach the stars
They may not even be real
The skull constellation releases itself
Back to the dot dappled eternity
As your full form evaporates
You steal a glance at your creation
The bones you pieced together
Meet the same fate as you
The bones want to be together
The heavens are starving
And they eat you whole
