Ossuary

There high on an outcrop of sun bleached rock A skull and bone house please no feign of shock Resting a place following the charnel house of life Layered guests welcomed from past time be it husband or wife No names all lost even an alias a Smith or Jones Searching long enough I am sure to find my bones

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Kirby Magee-Dittberner

Date: 11/4/2011 11:26:00 AM

I like this very much, I find it to be a reflection of how temporary the individuality we strain to create in life is. After death, we are nothing more than bone. I found this because we have the only 2 poems on poetry soup with "ossuary" in the title.