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
bare
because the life that enveloped them
was torn loose
bones bared
if for no other reason
than gluttony or boredom
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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May 11, 2010 at 1:58 pm
slpmartin
The repeating of the ‘bare bones’ gave the poem additional power and especially when one considers the title of the poem. Another well crafted poem.
May 12, 2010 at 3:52 pm
jessiecarty
great work and something about that soy bean crop line just struck me as particularly poignant