God Made Linoleum

Someone stole my wife’s head
The one her father found
While chasing dreams
In a wide-eyed sky.

Someone took her skull
Came onto the back porch and
Spirited it away.
It still had bits of drying skin and sinew
Clinging to it like desperation
Death peeling off the grip of
Life-fingers

One By One.

I moved it out back
Because it smelled bad.
Indifferent to some reality that
Once inhabited there

Its absence leaves an open
Wound
From which our memories flow.