Day of the Dead

The jack-o-lantern's teeth

are like abandoned gravestones.

The roots of the cemetery trees

blindly creep through the coffin wood

to reach the dense nutrients of bodies

committed to the ground

and arrive, these roots,

at tibia and fibula and skull and, yes,

knucklebones.

Roots and trees revel

in the oneness of all

and the unbiased way nature feeds one child

from the bones of another.

Nothing wasted.

Nothing lost.

All feeding all

and so on and on and on.

 

 

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