NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2007
A Skeleton I Made From Skeletons I Found
Part fish, part bird, part rabbit, sleek and many-eyed,
bones linked and hinged with smaller, sharper bones—
it’s wanting breath. Pull together. There it is:
it moves.
It stumbles in the dust, clumsy and inept.
I clap my hands and stumble in the dust like dancing.
—Scott Topper
About the Author
Scott Topper has published poetry in Beloit Poetry Journal, Colorado Review, Mid-American Review, and elsewhere. He is the art critic for the Wisconsin State Journal.
