Bones

Bones floating in the sea; Skulls that look like me: all silently weeping- My soul shrieking: Who's death, really? Hands caressing the skin; Tear it, unwrap these bones within, let them be seen; Penetrate, penetrate me- pierce me like Thee. I scavenged one skull, scrutinized it overall. Life-if you'd call it- which had become so dull... (breathe in, breathe out) It jerked and squirmed so cowardly, folding and shrinking close to nil... Hence I now know who the death could be; "The death is us, the death is me," my bones teased.