A Skeletal Harvest

by Ben Pickard   Mar 19, 2019


CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,

above my head,

and the swans' necks snapped in unison.
Through each of the valleys and ever anon
I am chased by the waifs and the hooligans.

I hide in the caves, but hither they come -
they steal and they sneak through the heath;
and as I lie broken, bent and alone
I have come to this wretched belief:

That over the aeons - through centuries passed -
there are bones of all those that were lost;
for they, too, were buried and left for the wolves
in caves, that from life, they were tossed.

CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,

over my ears,

and the bullets leave holes through my head.
Please, somebody come, and gather the bones,
of me and all those that are dead.

--

Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your win Ben! Well deserved!

  • 5 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    This is a heart wrenching poem where the images pop out so
    vividly and makes the reader feel every word and feelings...a teary
    read...well penned.
    Congrats on the win..

  • 5 months ago

    by Star

    I am so happy this made to the front page!!
    Congratulations!!

  • 5 months ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Nice work Ben, worthy of the Nomination!

  • 5 months ago

    by DarkLight

    Lovely piece.

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