Bones That Rattle Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Bones
Bones that rattle
Skeletons whose few
Remaining teeth tremble
vibrating:
smoke that is the fruit
of chill and frost
December
Trees
Shorn of their pride and
Humbled:
Streets strewn with sere leaves
And sliding rain waters
Snow occasional and
Rare
Clocks in church
Desolate
Closed after the vespers
Trembling walls
Dreaming
Of ancient centuries:
Bones
Bones that rattle
Skeletons whose few
Remaining teeth tremble
vibrating: