THIS WEEK IN NYC 
 
 

 
MANHATTAN CHRONICLES POETRY
THE BONES SYSTEM
By DINU GRIGORESCU
 
Published: Summer 2010 Issue
             
            
 
I greet alone

Every bone

Vertebras one by one

Like they were someone.

Without their contribution

I wouldn’t take part in evolution

But in this case

I am something else!

Rather special

Would be my head with no skull

Think couldn’t i?

And I would die!

Without backbone, can I stay vertical?

Maybe it is banal

But all the living world

Stays steady on a word.

No use to bend your body

In front of anybody.

Even a bug

Has a brain

Like a small grain.

And I?

I’m a God, I don’t die!

No bones in my arms?

I had no charms.

No fect on my ground?

I would creep around.

I keep respect for every bone

Each with its function and hard like a stone.

Over the centuries, in fossil state

They will know I was not an ape.
 
                                                                                                                 
 
   Dinu Grigorescu is a poet and playwright living in Bucharest, Romania. 
 
      He is author of many books, including The Wild East and the Merry Hell, two collection of commedies 
      translated from Romanian and available at the New York Public Library.