“A Time to Reap” by Suzanne Richardson Harvey

My soul is a grenade
That has exploded in my hand
The bones vaporize
And flesh drips
Into a plastic hour glass
That melts like a stubby candle

I was a snow bank
A rocky glacier shrouded
In an obscure and distant cradle
Now I am subliming
In a mist so thin
No hand will grasp it.