Reid@YWP

B – 

Bones (noun pl.)

/bōn/

Pandora's box held Despair 
it held the fated end,

humanity held in a snare
of their own offends

but after the release, 

in the box remained
a single little spirit

Like a gear slowly rusting 

With feet like cement 

We are zombies of snow and sleet 

Brain fog taking control 

Poetry has a silent power 

In the way that poets 

don’t need words to communicate 

With one another; 

We simply see a wildflower