Bones

by Steve King

© 2015

and then, you see,
when they came to break your bones

you learned to tell them things

some of it was true I know

but other parts could make no sense at all

I wondered if they knew the difference

wondered at the sounds I made

a chorus of dark music

echoing a distant tongue

much felt like a dream

the darkness

and the sudden light

the inversions

the cold

the darkness

and the hearthless heat

day and night at once

no element of sky or earth

or grace of wakening beyond

the mind left strangely free in flights

to ease hardening bonds

darkness

just as if a dream

where only strangers meet

do no harm I thought

but could not think

I did not think

save for one small thing

there comes that moment when one hopes

that he has finally known it all

will never stir to see another face

and yet 
he chooses still to name it hope