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