Bone Poem by Trevor McLeod

If the outside ever met the inside
I'd have to bless my luck
And wonder where the others saw
the back of what I gawk

And follow them into a hole
and hope they not go black
And wallow in the undertoe
that others hope will lack

While holding in my breath for life
and owning all my ground
While wondering where is the light
and have I grown to sown

And never taking things for granted
and holding all my own
While telling other's I'm the one
and thrones are meant to bone