There was a war.

Breaking News

“Breaking news: bones in a grave discovered nearby . . .”

Yesterday I went down to Forensics. They asked me for a sample of DNA. They said that they had found some bones, as yet unidentified. I turn and turn on the knife of hope.

Now I am at home, wiping the dust from the artificial flowers around your picture, and watering them with tears.


The medical report says that the bag of bones that I signed for today is “You”. But this is little. I laid the bones out on the table in front of me and counted again: a skull with six holes, one clavicle, three cervical ribs, a shattered femur, a pile of wrist bones, and a few vertebrae.

Is it possible that this is all there is?

The medical report indicates that it is. I put the bones back in the bag. I brushed the earth from my hands, then blew the rest from the table, put you on my back, and left.


On the bus, I sat the bag beside me. I paid for two seats. (This time I'm the one who paid). I grew up today, enough to carry you on my back and pay your bus fare.



Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-22 at 17:50

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad way to receive some kind of closure. Life goes on and how we deal with loss structures the future world. You have written this as a report but turned it also into art. That is hard to do. Big hugs my friend.

yes, like a breaking dawn the future is right ahead of you as the skies open their arms to you and the clouds warm up to you watching the sun rushing to you to kiss you as the winds carry you to ride the jet stream. Beautiful words, Ashe.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Alert, sensitive, detailed, compelling. An excellence.

Haunting! Just like Jim said.

Wiping the artificial flowers, paying the fare for the bag full of bones, the knife of hope . . . these images will always haunt my mind.

And also the prose-poem format works really well. The three distinct sections are well linked with each other.

An accomplishment!


yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
have you ever fought a war?

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Everything doesn't have to be explained. This is an excellent poem.

I love how you count out the bones. I felt like I was walking through a journey with you-- walking through your thoughts. This instills a comforting sort of melancholy. Thank you for sharing it.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This may be the obvious comment, but "haunting" comes to mind. What remains after haunting is a sense of resolution, even peace of a sort.