What Is a Free Verse Poem

Mostly it's just gluing bones together ones found in a well furrowed field a scattering of empty joints, undetectable until tripped over. An iron-age rebar can be dug for it will girder one socket to another. The framework reconstructs itself emptiness becomes whole yet still see through. There are sharp edges and blunt sounds, they will clang like cowbells if not polished into a ringing voice. Sneak up on yourself, rattle an echoing skull until teeth chatter in a free-floating mind. Whatever tumbles out of that will be a loosely connected osseous process - dead on arrival of course. Pull the invisible strings - make it dance. your bag of bones just nailed it but what is it?