Soap dissolves molecule
by molecule, runnels toward
the drain and disappearance.
The skin is core, outer the inner,
so only the shrinking,
—rounding, slipping form—
tells the age and use in water’s
cascade over body,
as it strips itself of perfumed
lye and fat rendered in most
from old flesh that loses in discrete
layers, hide to muscle to
bone and, as dross, will never take
the cleansing it yields to those
under the tap whose cells slough
to current washing all away