This Body, These Bones (Poem Every Day: 13)

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A chorus of beartraps


Set to


Take the skin


Right off my feet


 


But this body, these bones


Have left me no place else to go


My body, my bones


Are cared for with little hope


 


A choir of canaries


Left to


Sing that hope


Right out of my heart


 


But this body, these bones


Can't hear love in your tone


Your body, your bones


Can't tender these river stones


 


A band of thieves


Trying to


Steal the gold


From your empty veins


 


But this body, these bones


Are trying to wrap around yours


My body, my fragile bones


Felt this as love, not chore


 


A museum of pockets


Asking for


The coin with the saint


To bring me back home


 


But this body, these bones


Aren't mine, they are loaned


Your body, your bones


A love I want, a love I never owned


 


Those bodies, those bones


I am a ghost, one of many clones


Your body, your bones


Bones that will kill me once another man owns


 

Created: Apr 14, 2014

Tags: poem every day, love, bones, poem, body, bodies, thirteen, poetry

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