Bonedigger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


c. 2016

Submitted: August 19, 2018

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Excavate me.

Peel the paiper mache skin away

To reveal my ivory below

Stare but don’t touch these brittle bones

Their white glint promising purity

Their ashes warning of truth

I am no Divine

My marionette skeleton

Lies upon a gilded throne

In repose, like the Saints before

Holier than thou, then you, then me

None as holy as the ancient moon

She, who bleeds red into a starless sky

Rendering the night unclean.

O please, excavate me

Free me from this tomb of flaws

That my bones might respond to her calls

That her crescent might grace the night once more.


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