Bone

a nonsense poem

If the outside ever met the inside

I'd have to bless my luck

And wonder where the others saw

the back of what I gawk

And follow them into a hole

and hope they not go black

And wallow in the undertoe

that others hope will lack

While holding in my breath for life

and owning all my ground

While wondering where is the light

and have I grown to sown

And never taking things for granted

and holding all my own

While telling other's I'm the one

and thrones are meant to bone

Author's Note

a nonsense poem