Monday, November 15, 2010

Bones Don't Care

(This is an exercise in rhyme written in honor of my recent Halloween activities with the Haunted Trail Walk. [www.hauntedtrailwalk.com] Participating as one of the un-dead got me thinking about bones.)


Bones Don’t Care

White,
like newly fallen snow,
pale against the drifting sand
sockets shine,
a purple glow,
in the shadowed land


Stark,
amidst the paler stones
slender limbs—no more they—
seek to hold
within their bones
warmth drawn from the day

Rocks,
so cold and colder still
pale day fades away to night
bones, once live,
preserve their will,
drag themselves upright

Clack,
and creak, they rise again
footsteps dark across the sand
weaving in the wild wind
pale bones stalk the land

Pale,
yet shining in the moon
liberated from their skin
on they go o’e hill and dune
remnants of our kin

Bones,
just like the ones we share
stagger through eternity
hollow shells that never care
who they used to be