Remains to Display
A poem
My bones have been dug from the dirt.
From beneath the ground and rock.
Dusted and hung in your halls.
I watch you through empty sockets.
My bones are hung from the rafters,
Situated to dangle just right.
I used to fly on my own, you know.
I used to soar through the skies.
There's an odd weight to being displayed
in nothing more than your bones.
Forever staged and stationary
I can never just dive or let go.
Eagerly you watch me,
Amazement in your eyes.
For how great were the beasts of the ages then,
And even they didn't survive.
Nature raged her wrath,
And all of us gods did fall.
I wonder, small humans what’ll happen,
That makes it your bones they hang on the walls.
About the Creator
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Comments (8)
Yes! I hadn't realized that I'd been hoping for this take on the dinosaur challenge. A little chill came upon me when I read the last line. Such an intriguing and well-written piece, with very human sadness woven in. Well done!
Thank you for sharing with me how the dinos may have felt. A different perspective.👌🏿Nice work. 🎉
A very moving poem, which echo their thoughts. Congratulations
Congratulations!
Congratulations on Runner-up!!! 🥳 "I used to fly on my own you know." Brilliantly bittersweet. Loved it!
Well said! Congrats
Wow, makes you think! Well-done on the runner up 🥰❣️
Congrats on Runner-up!! This is superbly done! Loved “There's an odd weight to being displayed in nothing more than your bones.” brilliant lines!