bone

Use this bone
To write my name.
Sharpen the end
And char it black.
This bone
Is the rib
Of a sparrow
Who couldn't fly
And I found it
On the far side
Of a meadow in bloom
In winter.
If you use this bone
To write my name,
My own wings
Will melt away,
Myself becoming Icarus,
Human,
Flawed,
Yours.