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Written 29th July, 2026 for Skeltons Poetry Contest sponsored by Seth Pina (N/A)

What the Bones Say

Curator:
Pit cut into slope.
Many shallow sites.
No coffin stain; quick burial.
Fill consistent with disturbed soil and stone.

Skeleton:
I carried in my life a spear,
I died right here upon this rise.
No coffin came, no time for fear,
just stone and soil to close my eyes.

Curator:
Body laid on left side.
Orientation east;
possible ritual significance.
Adult male. Robust skeletal build.

Skeleton:
Some careful, unknown gentle hand
once laid my left side to the earth.
They faced me east, so I might stand,
a robust man of solid girth.

Curator:
Dentition worn flat.
Enamel loss.
Grain diet likely.
No luxury markers.

Skeleton:
The field gave grain, the hearth gave fire,
I ground the wheat with stone on clay.
No meat, no salt, no rare desire.
just bread to eat each day.

Curator:
Ribs compressed.
Minor displacement.
Consistent with settling or trauma.

Skeleton:
Soil settled slow upon my chest,
and left my ribs a shifting weight.
I could not fight, I could not rest,
as time bore down and would not wait.

Curator:
Skull fractured at temple.
Blunt force trauma.
No penetrating wound.
Fall after impact is possible.

Skeleton:
The stone, the steel, the sudden night.
I saw the flash; I felt the blow.
It dealt me death in broken light.
I lost the fight a long time ago.

Curator:
No grave goods.
Secondary disturbance likely.
Burial appears reopened.

Skeleton:
Again there came a hand and spade,
and took what lay upon my skin.
And what they took, they meant to trade,
My body now bones so thin.

Curator:
Adult male; warrior-associated.
Probable cause of death.
Context associated with conflict.

Skeleton:
Do not name me by wound alone,
nor by the silence of this ground.
I was flesh before I was bone,
and once my voice was clear and sound.
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Crandall Avatar
August 31, 2026 at 3:44 PM
I really like this one, and you you brought to life the expression used in archeology about "what the bones say". These poetic bones put flesh and on bone of the curator's notes.
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 31, 2026 at 4:42 PM
Thanks David for your kind comment.
Wanyama Avatar
August 2, 2026 at 10:29 AM
You brilliantly turn clinical data into human truth. "Dentition worn flat" becomes the daily labor of grinding wheat, and "Ribs compressed" becomes the heavy, suffocating passage of time.
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 2, 2026 at 2:34 PM
Thank you Kelvin for your kind observations.🦴💀✍️
Maverick Avatar
July 31, 2026 at 11:47 AM
Everything is connected Alison..In your Juxta-supposition you give to us in our Intermission a glimpse of thought of what, some might consider of naught.? What strokes on parchment may have marked the graves, of those like him with Temples staved, alas the maps will be worn away..I'd pull out some replacement.? Now whafdya say.' A parchment puller is what is needed in historical cold cases, that they be not Fully superceeded.' All blessings.)
Maverick Avatar
August 1, 2026 at 3:20 AM
LOL.))) Love ya darl.)
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
July 31, 2026 at 6:47 PM
On parchment we record - and yes a few extra parchment pullers needed.📖
Achara Avatar
July 30, 2026 at 7:38 AM
Just WOW. it kind of made me cry for the skeleton who was once a person.
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
July 30, 2026 at 4:02 PM
Thanks - if only bones could tell their story
Dietrich Avatar
July 29, 2026 at 1:50 PM
Wow. I can see why it took you a long time. You put lots of work into this. It's really cool how we have the cold clinical tone of the curator contrasted with the poetic and feeling lines of the skeleton. A very creative way to back and forth with their thoughts. And to learn thru both what had become of the man to whom the skeleton belonged. I think you did fantastic with this. Of course I loved the rhyming parts a lot more!
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
July 29, 2026 at 4:51 PM
I think the clinical let the rhyming have purpose. Thank for your thoughtful comment.
Hind Avatar
July 28, 2026 at 10:17 PM
wow, Alison- truly a different write, shows your sensitivity <3
Hind Avatar
July 29, 2026 at 12:25 AM
I'm sure. I always spend so much time on each poem, perfecting, editing, :)
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
July 28, 2026 at 10:45 PM
This poem has taken the longest to get right.
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