there were bare bones
of the newly-released-from-the-flesh sort
fresh bones
in a soy bean crop
on the side of the road

bare bones
of the not-so-innocent kind
guilty bones
not that you’ll read about that
in the newspaper

bare bones
but not deservingly so
because the life that enveloped them
was torn loose

bones bared
if for no other reason
than gluttony or boredom