Let
me be
just bones
me be
just bones
The Skeleton to Vampires
If you don’t cast a shadow,
either you’re a ghost
or the sun isn’t shining.
either you’re a ghost
or the sun isn’t shining.
Skeleton Preface
I think it was three years ago on a trip to Denver similar to the one I’m on now that I started writing poems from the point of view of a skeleton.
It struck me that since I am a skeleton in the long run I could adopt the perspective I’ll have then
and try to apply it to things that I see in my daily life.
and try to apply it to things that I see in my daily life.
The skeleton is very materialistic, made purely of calcium.
The skeleton doesn’t mind being a skeleton—although it misses being a living creature, and it values being a living creature above all things.
The only thing it has contempt for are ghosts. The skeleton has it in for ghosts always.
The skeleton is a complete Aristotelian nominalist, I suppose (I never did understand that realist/nominalist distinction). For the skeleton spirit is pure materiality.
