Sliding Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

sliding
sliding
from an apex hanging
on debris dark
dust fine and harsh
brown
brown bones
black bones
most however white
bones
bones
bones on bones
with dull murmuring
replete
on windy nights
pile on pile
unmoving
yet
menacing
white
pile upon pile of white
on summer day some
smell
on the winters the winds
neigh sometimes in autumn too
this Golgotha miniature
with apex at the top
below
bones, white bones, bones.