Old Bones {POEM}

What will we do

With our one life?

Will we wallow in the losses,

The great changes, that befall us

And render us incapable of thought

Or logical movement,

Will we let these moments define us,

Break us,

Bring us to our knees

In the darkness

Of the cell of our own creation?

Or will we realize that most dark things

Are as simple to unscrew from our bodies

As a light bulb from its fixture,

And the residue that’s left,

Well, it’s like the dust of old bones

Piled up and ignored for way too long

Now carried one by one

To its final resting place

Outside the bodies of lovers,

Dissolved in the light of a thousand ancient stars,

Speaking love songs and lullabies,

Bidding old bones “Farewell”

©SpiritLed 2018

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