The statue, they say,
Is composed mostly
Of willow tree branches.

I am composed mostly
Of missing hours,

My bed composed
Mostly of plastic,

My dreams
Composed mostly
Of down.

What remains past decay—some
Wires, some nails,

A lopsided
Magnifying glass, A material
Something like skin,

A breeze that
Lifts up just the hairs
And skeletal outlines

On every surface.