Bones Poem by dan hightower

Splintered handshakes
Course bone breeching skin fragile
Skeletal words wither
Fragmented whispers dissipate
The cold shivers against the moment
We ask silently waiting
And forsake the mirror
Reaching into a serpentine terrarium
For answers from hisses
And histrionic aggressors
As they run the spinning wheel
Blanketing the light
So the fungi grows to cover
The barely breathing remains
Of a day devoid of interaction…