Bare Bones
The skeleton lies desolate
some bits and pieces
of its living
still discernible
in the bare
hot red desert.
But each day it decays
wind and rain weather it
destroying its form
and substance
until it wastes away
and fades into the landscape.
If it had come to rest further south or north
it may have sunk into boggy peat moss
and risen with hair and hide intact with,
the cause of death discernible with
its last meal of grass or rabbit
still there inside its stomach
its regularity
preserved
by nature.
Preserved or wasted.
It all depends on
where you
fall.
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