The bone box:

black polished crafted hardwood.

A nice sturdy suitcase partitioned inside

so as to keep the bones from

co-mingling, ya know.

 

Three-feet long

flat black with metal-reinforced corners

Half a coffin for half a skeleton.

(The man has lost his head.)

 

Each part is labeled with a tiny black number so you can

check it against the label on the inside of the lid...

be sure you are holding what

part you are knowing.

 

Thinking of another now,

long,

heavy handled,

padded and silenced,

sleeping beneath the weight,

of earth, trees

and centuries.

Holding the cemetery down.

 

No longer another:

red, juicy and vibrant,

soft, flowing,

walking,

dreaming,

The bone box.