Tony Bush Poet Verse

Elephant's Graveyard (Bones 2)

there is power herein the roots and vines
soil and grass and trees entwines
cathedrals of silence hewn of bone
stripped of flesh to rest alone
within a place where human eyes
may never see nor improvise
their preconceptions of the dead
where death shifts with relentless tread
and stamps his everlasting seal
on all that once was corporeal
and in the peel of windchime keys
sings ribs and legs and ivories
and skulls with empty sockets bare
no longer see...no longer care

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