Bones 2 Poem by Paul Brookes

These bones are others,
they root deep

this flesh made of others flesh,
roots deep

line stretches back,
long and fertile,
deep rooted,

this line so long,
ends with me
sadness is in my bones,
is in my shrinking flesh

ancestors stir in earth,
in ash,
in past lives,
in war,
in peace.

some lie in foreign lands
or in this very earth.
bone of my bones
flesh of their flesh.

to deny the the bones,
or flesh denies our history.

our history lies in old bones
double helixes, genes departed.

these bones are my bones
but they will be the last bones laid to rest