Bones For Things

Bones For Things

A Poem

They were white like candle sticks,

Yet covered in a pile of bricks, they had been

there for years and received not one prayer.

Exposed bones, old bones, discolored ravaged flesh.

A tarnished trail, a broken hand rail, black raven flies

over head.

They were white like candle sticks, exposed bones, old bones

some were used for soup spoons. Left there with out care; who

would want to die here? Tragedy, medley tea time, and candy.

Trinkets and wrist watches taken by pirates. They lay there

in a pile of bricks, they had been there for years and received not a
prayer.

Exposed bones, old bones, discolored ravaged flesh. I send you a prayer.

I'm sorry you died here, I follow this raven and dig you a hole for your
bones to lie in.