Picked Clean

Picked clean Until the bone did gleam, Taken apart Part by part, Where to go No one will know, When all is underground Doesn't matter what you found, Driven into Kneaded and spread, All that is dirt Returns, And all the rest It burns, One turn more One push less, Push and pull Toss and catch, Why not return? Stay out of the urn, Free to drift Alive to sift, By and bye What is truth But a shiny hollow tooth, Hold on And never let go, If you can; Because if they come The vultures won't leave Until you're nothing But white on white out...