CANTO 79 Please make a flute

 

Please make a flute of my bone.

Where marrow kept me whole

let your breath flow.

When you play

I take on your flesh.

This flute becomes us.

You can deliver me anytime

From the case where I lie

still-born.

You tongue the wind

the water the fire

through my clay.

If when you pick me up

you think of death,

just play.