etre in the Morning is a series dedicated to poetry and the written word. If you have any poetry or words you would like to share please email pedro@loud.global

‍

  The Bone Museum

                     By Dóra Wohner

Among all the bones and nerves

and ancient stories of dinosaurs

we see how nature whirls

and what time pours

from veins of instinctual animals

‍

Hidden by a case of reptilian spine

your arms are close to mine

when the light expands

upon hominid hands

and roaring replicas of jaws

‍

I heard the notes

flowing from your fingers

while reading that sperms

dig deep into the giant ovum

and cat claws can be interwoven

‍

just like our hands.

‍