by the road

Beautiful BonesShe has beautiful bones, he says And I shudder In the summer sunBeautiful Bones
Out on the sidewalk Feet frying on concrete He is the jackal Hunting just outside the firelight Waiting to take To consume the remains Of our deaths To take the shell That holds their spirits And the record of the past And deface it Fill it With empty materialism and perfection And erase what we were
He is the necromancer Looking to resurrect To breathe false life into What was a home But to erase its soul To erase their souls Be
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