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A Plain of Bones

Poetry By: TheScripture


Submitted:May 13, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

It has been days since the rocks held me

Eyeless sockets still gaze my way

Should I opt to lower my head

Over hills of limbs, through valleys of ribs

The echo of hollowed marrow

Sounds its trumpet for miles on end

Sleep is a long forgotten dream

As the ground is now reserved

For the frames of those who there lay

Despite this solemnity,

My view is not one of sorrow, but of spectacle

Because I know of no living creature,

From this world or other,

Who's body these bones would carry.


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