Book of Praises: Bones

I will praise you O Lord
for having no interest in the bones
of dead bodies:
you have not asked
where they are buried;

for you, my God,
have not concerned yourself
with rubbing it in,
nor will you cease lashing
to pour out vinegar.

I will praise you for the incision,
and for the missing rib;
I will lift my voice
under your steady hands,

for you, my Love,
are hiding it somewhere new:
I will wrap my arms around her.
I will recognise those notches.