Evening Shades

Evening Shades
Jonathan Moya 

The light passes through me
from skin to bone, 
passes from organ to cell—
the masses blooming 
under the MRI field,
edges thickening,
shadows reaching inward,
stranded tips bending
towards yellow haustra
turning grain.

The appendices stay white
but the shadows dart 
from ascent to descent—
black creeping from 
each cell
clouding another 
shadow covering shadow,
as the slices stack,
the signal thins
to a faint echo
of itself.