The dogs protect the door
Letting me know who comes near
For behind dead wood I am frail, expunged.. expanding
Beasts of teeth guard the door
As wet sheets drape over branches, my body gives into gravity.
Hanging in the light
The heaviness falls away one drop at a time
Washed of impurity stains remember
Frail plain weave
I am but a covering this is not my body
Still the dogs protect the door.