Bones

Since beginning school again as a studying nurse, I've incorporated my love for the dead with how to heal and help the living. Skeletons are my specialty.

Maybe it's not the heart

that's the most important part.

Maybe it's not the lungs that breathe

or the tongues that speak.

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It can't be the blood or the flesh or the palms.

It isn't smiles or dancing to songs.

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The soul moves away, and the rest will decay.

But the bones will forever lay.

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Skeleton buried, withered and weary

smiling eternally.

Tooth sockets, gums rotted

ossification is ceased.

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Beautiful bones,

the soul has gone home.

Forever, may you rest in piece.

 

© Nicole DiCarlo, Blacksheep Baby, “Bones,” 2007-2014. Any unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Nicole DiCarlo [NikDiCarlo] as the author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Reviews

[m.s.early]

Macabre yet lovely. Many strong phrases resonate even after the read is over.

[ANM]

It sums it all up very well when we die we are nothing our soul and being flees long before the bones whiten! Very well written i enjoyed it hugely.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You dissected this...
for the reader is just a spectator...
and the reality of it all is in full view...
the imagery and details flows within this write...

[Michael G. Smith]

The bones have great importance as this though provoking piece lays out for us. Although, soon they will be reunited with the soul "Every jot and tittle and hair upon our head will not be lost".