All Bones
on his knees in the moonlit field
he prayed
far enough from the house so no one could see
on his knees in the cold hayfield
don't let her leave me
alone here
father god
she says I'm a
bad husband
worse father
and she sits in finery there
pointing that finger
shouting
there's no pleasing her
father god
I've only you to talk to in my shame
I'm a hard worker
but I can't love a woman
who is all
bones
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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