skeletons 

The bug of indifference had crawled inside them

and they died 

a thousand 

monotonous deaths. Not the death of a star or an ember.

The death of a fearful and self-proclaimed hero.

A death of parched, desert-dry thirst

that all the water 

in the world 

could not wash away.

Skeletons 

with speaking tongues

seek only to strip the flesh of things.

To wear it as an armor.

And feast on it

for dinner. 

Thou shan’t take credit for infection. 

It is not innate.

I will not honour your infection. 

I will watch it steal your heart away.

       -clw

            4-2-06

copyright C. Ward 2006

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