Skeleton Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Skeleton



Skeleton

My hands have excessive skin
Blood vessels like roots on an old Carob tree
And I try to think of them when shorn of flesh
Folded on my rib cage
Space where the heart used to be
And the hollow soil filled middle
I say to myself what a sorrowful day.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: reflection
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