Poem: Worried Bones

Skeleton

I ask of you,
Softly,
For a place to keep my bones
I set them on fire
And they rise
As smoke
Into the worried sky

Do not worry sky
We’ll find a place for you yet
Homesickness is contagious
But don’t you know –
Sometimes bones
Just get tired
Of being bones?

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