Post Menopausal Bone Scan


Her pelvis perfectly aligned, arms hugged

to hips. She lay on slab as the scanner


had its way with her. This broad's bones weren't

so bad, but one day she'd turn up her toes.


Hence, lying there she began to plan her

own memorial. Bawdy bones roasted,


hedonistic habits toasted, a soupçon

of quips in the wake of something sober.


Verdi's. Ah! Gran Dio! duet, a grand

dénouement. Cindered remains scattered


beneath a beech tree on a breezy

blooming day. And a crusty crony


dodging bone dust might be heard to say,

can't deny — she was a great piece of ash.



― appeared in Mediphors, March 2000