Bones

A house of flesh carved of bone.

A fracture, a break.

All has a story, what's your take?

A small house, a thresh.

A home, all made of flesh.

Carved in bone, a sad estate.

A story engraved, on slabs of slate.

A family moved in, to this lonely place.

Yet they still, can't find a trace.

No history, no previous owners.

Where is everyone, who are the donors?

Author's Note

Its just a random poem but criticism is appreciated