Even the Bones

And what of the remains?

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: