A Ghazal about Bones

Now it’s time to harvest the bones.
Nothing teaches us like the bones.

Carving them with runes and symbols
We divine our future by the bones

Shaping them into tiny thimbles
We make our living by the bones

Consecrating them with light
We bless our elders by the bones

Turning them to ash in the night
We heat our souls by the bones

Pounding them against the drum
We play our music by the bones

And when we pay the final sum
We’ll earn our right to be the bones.

I took this photo in 2009 while visiting the Catacombs of Paris. It was a fascinating experience, and I highly recommend visiting if you get the chance!

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