When Bones Become Phones
When youth fades to a crumbling age
bones become telephones.
for minds to answer.
No diel-up tones,
you are directly plugged into
its skeletal language
of cracked joints and rusted nails.
Those crumbling bones
have to call you up day and night,
just to make sure
you are still listening,
still paying attention
to the way nature
has faithfully kept its promise
to you
of a guaranteed shelf-life.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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