Contours and shade of a skull

Often we are taken from the frypan
barely cooked our flesh falls onto
the plate of worms and serpents.
Our skeleton clean and empty
our skull a hard curved bowl both the shell
of a soul gone.
Light shadows flicker
dancing on the hard gaunt dark eyesockets.
The jaw bone an oppressive drawbridge
The nose a new void an undiscovered canyon cave
grey to black.
The sinister curvurture of the cheeks
assigning the face bone, sinister roads and highways
to nowhere.