You used to love the bones.
The great bone king.
Seeing what others miss.
Spotting what lies underneath.
“This house is a dump” –
this house has good bones.
“That kid is the worst” –
but do you see his bones?
“Here’s a Red Herring I fashioned
and erected over all their graves” –
and the bones buried underneath
all cry out, demanding to be heard.
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© Charlie Young, 2021
