Marrow

August 31, 2008

It is a fact, children have more bones than adults.

Age solidifies and calcifies us,
children; though younger, will splinter
into a puzzle of scattered bones
that add up to more than their parents.

The blood just seeps into the thirsting earth,
no matter the source, organs desicate
under the sun by the side of the road,
muted evidence of something beyond normal.

The bones are gnawed by predators,
of which Time is the most persistent,
followed only by the wind, which rolls the bones
like dice across the landscape in some game
where no one knows the rules.

The DNA will tell you it was a little girl,
but only the wind knew her name.

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