bits of dust created formed into bone of something discarded unidentifiable, was found by accident, bleached and sun dried, walked over how many times, a piece of driftwood to be kicked, or fetched lost to the ways of nature claimed as it's prey, devoured by the weather, with no name once of flesh and blood- missing fingers, toes arms within a heart, once beating now silent , a final indignity prepared for a potters grave tagged-unnamed; case closed