I count the bones
rained from above
which sound like wood
dropped on stone
when they fall.
–
If I could,
I think I’d love
the long bones
most of all,
and the skulls.
Ghoul Flesh or Mr. Gnarly Rides Again
Posted: December 26, 1991 in PoetryTags: Bones, Mister Gnarly, Skull, Stone, Wood
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