bones and star dust

(written for the Not me, Not I competition.)  
 
It was a day made for green horizons  
and drifting clouds no one bothers to watch  
the ground split into grassy rivulets  
of forgotten footprints  
and echoless screams unheard  
across the whispering plains  
all ears turned to the ground  
and the passage of time  
with only lonely birds to witness  
a child’s unwanted sacrifice to the untilled earth  
 
The landscape always lies  
when the rains have gone  
burying the blood deep underground  
taking the bones and returning them  
to sand and star dust  
as though no spirit  
ever pulsed through veins
and sang hymns to the sky  
 
It was a day made for green horizons  
and smiles waiting to be forgotten  
with the onset of rain  
 
© Indie Adams 2014