oh, so here you are with a broken bone.
do not tell you you broke the bone yourself for that
is not true.
they broke a bone and they are not returning it
and you are not looking for it either.
for who needs bones these times of the year?
all the people leaving here are nice and soft
deboned by the cruelty of the days, and living without
a backbone is now the trend
and who dares to wonder whether are still living
or dead? ah, it is not impossible anymore to be famous
and comfortable without any bone at all
is this flesh, this mind, this heart (which has no bone
in the first place) that gives us more reasons (now the heart
reasons out as a new beginner)
more years shall be harsh
and there will be more compliant minds, complacent hearts
and ultimately, bones are useless, and must not be remembered
anymore
so this is a cartilage, this ear. so this is fluid, this tear
so this is, watch out, too painful, this cut nerve....
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