Beating Heart and Frail Bone

17th November 2020 Beating muscle beneath frail skin, Rigid bone beneath strong muscle, A warm full of life fleshy heart, Thumping with feeling and passion, Taking a stand on your sleeve, No lies can be told in flesh and blood, A cold, worm filled, empty rib cage, Cracked gnarled and hollow, Hiding away beneath veins and sorrow, Whispering sweet lies into your skin, Frail flaky bone, Brittle stretchy muscle, When you’re dead and when you’re gone, Who stays? The bone Who withers away? The heart Even in death the empty chasm lies Even in death the empty chasm consumes My feeble beating heart devoured by the earth And the bones who lied their way out of it I would say by the skin of their teeth But we both know they don’t have room for it anymore