Bones

Slender bones, delicately traced
staring grinning skulls.
No skin, no muscle,
no eyes, no heart or other parts.
Yet they tell a knowing eye many tales
of wounds healed, muscle strengths,
diseases and battles fought.
Indications of the life lived
And sometimes the death faced.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

11 thoughts on “Bones

  1. If you don’t mind me telling you, but I was looking in the mirror this morning and at myself with a wide smile showing my teeth, and was thinking about our skeleton and what we, in the end, basically are as human beings. Your poem made me think again of this.

    Thank you.

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