Even the Bones

And what of the remains?

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Rage beneath apathy
shattered riddle to solve
no formulaic code
just broiling from within
frost waiting to dissolve

guess if we can’t connect
then lashing out will do
fuck all your feelings
if we can’t find our way
subjugate and subdue

I’m broken can’t you see
how I break all the bones
cramming them within
leaving me wanting more
leaving us to our roams

we will find common ground
once I grind it to ash
then you will see me
and I will know your heart
as it’s thoroughly gnashed.

©Barry Dawson Jr. IV ~ 2022

This is a Flamenca poem, a poetic form I first discovered by reading my good Friend Tre L. Loadholt.

And here’s one Tre’s Flamenca poems:

While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part I