Bone DustA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacidust to dustBone Dust blood- sinew muscle and flesh turned to dust- what’s left is just tiny broken little itty-bitty brittle
bits of bleached out bones it once was a living man with wife family friends
and a castle for a home now it just bits and
pieces of dusty old petrified
bones on a mountain of dirt rock
and dead memories © 2021 Robert Francis Callaci |
StatsAuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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