Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Cold Bones

Cold Bones

Cold bones
Like thick splinters of wood in a dark fireplace
They shiver and glare
At the uncaptured heat
The out-of-reach embrace

Thin skin
Pale and bumpy from constant air
A freezing gasp
The window left open
Nobody there to cover gaps

An old man
Sits alone and waits for something to happen
Remembers to eat
sometimes, and sleep
But doesn’t remember why

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