just bones

such small brittle bones
but strong they'll grow
and most probably break

self repairing clever bones

no nicer feeling
than anothers bones
but we are the tourists
of each-other
forever searching
for a skeletal home

they all grow old
and brittle again
now carried with care
they love to keep warm

for where they're going
is dark and cold
and the bones
will out-live all its components

laying there
as much at peace as they ever were
are the bones

just bones