Tales of the Bone

Skull where is your brain, where inside this abandoned cave is your mind? Did God leave you like this your jaw open in that crazy grin the wind echoing under your cracked dome? There are fields of skulls, walls made of skulls catacombs just for skulls and still nobody has found you. DNA and carbon dating may tell us when you were but your teeth chatter no tales now. I look upon the scattered scaffolding and wonder if your house is now built high in a boneless heaven, and if that house has an occupant - a skull of starlight? Yet are we not made of stardust even now and are we waiting with baited breath to depart these double barreled eye sockets like bullets from a smoking bone-handled gun? And will we enter the light naked as hermit crabs into another shell or must we lay here slack-jawed and grimacing blind even to the sky within us?