Often I wonder
about my bones:
dry & fragile
after eons of
geologic time.
Found by some
future archaeologist,
handled delicately with
brush & gloves,
will they shatter
to dust
when exposed to light,
like my oftimes
shattered heart?
(Copyright 17 October 2005)
Hugh Cobb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dry-bones/
