Life Carcass Boned Out Poem by Terence George Craddock

choose to be my epitaph boned
flesh cut away boned out choice boned
life is meat on the bone my blood

white or red wine slip grounded
spilt on platter sliver ground
not everyone is colour coded

on a rubik's cube
some are pressure boxed
chinese puzzles rib

again I have bleep bleep slipped
through the seams of time hopped
skeletal bone frame carcass boned

leaving fleeting shadows echoing...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock