Picked clean
Until the bone did gleam,
Taken apart
Part by part,
Where to go
No one will know,
When all is underground
Doesn't matter what you found,
Driven into
Kneaded and spread,
All that is dirt
Returns,
And all the rest
It burns,
One turn more
One push less,
Push and pull
Toss and catch,
Why not return?
Stay out of the urn,
Free to drift
Alive to sift,
By and bye
What is truth
But a shiny hollow tooth,
Hold on
And never let go,
If you can;
Because if they come
The vultures won't leave
Until you're nothing
But white on white out...
© okpoet