Skeletons

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vague mist wraiths fade

and gradually skeletons appear

as if woken from beneath their 

threadbare golden sleeves,

they look skyward, confused,

haughty, muscular, 

dark knuckled hands with 

elegant fingers that slowly flex 

shivering in the new cool, 

one or two, rail at our presence 

whilst another leans to point our 

way home, so we acquiesce 

laughing, but kick our way

through their discarded clothing 

as a feeble token of our defiance

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© GRS 10/24