Angry Bones

Angry bones, left behind

Strewn haphazard

Cracked and sucked of life’s marrow

Smoothed by the winds of false promise

Umber burnt ‘neath the toiling sun

 

 

Angry bones, rattle still

Cautioning hiss

Serpentine the path of dark domain

Love thatched façade secrets lethal fang

Copper coiled attar in dripping dose

 

 

Angry bones, loaded dice

Rolling thunder

Harbinger of sanct sinew’s demise

Death’s proud regalia left on display

Weathered in the land of make pretend

 

 

Keyword: Pretend

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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2 Responses to Angry Bones

  1. animar64 says:

    Some bones rest easier then others
    Pitch perfect Phil.

    Liked by 1 person

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