Suddenly a single thought
this this this
all else mindless
hands tearing at the world
searching in the flesh for spirit
The secret must be written on the bones
why else would they keep them here
stacked and sorted
if not to return and find them waiting
once more to be collected
willing to serve
iron and blood and rust
and holy wood
enough to feed a hungry spirit
sated as the world withers

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Something for the Halloween season.

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Photo by Chris Rosiak