Dry Bones
"Words," speaks Dry Bones, lying buried above.
"Cottonmouth Crystals are sparkling gossip with the Sun.
So much incessant talk of kings and counselors of the Earth,
Who built for themselves palaces now lying in ruins."
"When did I live again?"

"Time," Dry Bones watching the sun rise high into the sky.
"No longer can I plunder the bounty of endless possibilities;
Pride told me my self."
"Striving to bask in glory,
You'll only end up burning in it."

"Eternity," Dry Bones have gone the way of the Dodo.
"Now the better part of me has returns to the Earth, and
The Sun whittles me into soft points."
Salt in the mouth speaks when night falls.
"Death will not be your new beginning."