Copyright 1999 - 2002 Bob Persons


The skeleton lies back in his
weary racked bones
the spine arches with a pain
the skull rotates back
chin in the air jaw agape
in some unnameable horror
the end of immortality
the bone fingers hover flitting
over calcium loins awash
in knowing no progrney ever
spewed out

The ties are gone
The light is cold
in the long night that groans


- Lone Coyote Calls


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Way out in the wilderness
a Lone Coyote Calls.
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
that's a-hangin' on the wall.

            - B Dylan