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!