Running Bones

by Edward Alan Bartholomew 

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Run, bone architecture

drag your brittle bones
past a set slate row


Run, blackberry tributary

carry sweet bitter bombs
to your murky green father


Run double and sigh

so catch your breath
stride is better than strife


Run, you suitcase-wielding father, you

a sign from your
bag-of-bones wife:


May you die every day of your life