Skull


The skull lies desolate

on the bare mountain side.

Just lies there among the rocks. 

Lies still with a few accompanying bones.

Each day it decays as wind and rain weather it

and destroys its form and substance so that it wastes 

away and fades into the landscape and decays.

If it had come to rest lower down the mountain

it would have sunk into the grass and leaves

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.

Preserved by nature.

Preserved or wasted.

It all depends on

where you 

fall.



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