the bones

the bones

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

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