Wife
Months ago on that cold, sandy shore
My lover had left me for the Skeleton War
The ship horns blew and rattled my bones
Nobody could know when they would come home
A brutal conflict between bones and beast
The mortal conflict for the newly deceased
The struggle for calcium, the thousands of slain
My love. My cherished. My hope. My pain
But I have a job to do as well
For pain nor love, must I dwell
Homes and bones, I must protect
Temporary emotional disconnect
“No Milk Monday,” says the Clerk
“Oh dear. You’re right. I’m sorry!”, I smirk
I hope my sacrifice will do them well
I put the milk back that they will not sell
Water the plants, watering hose.
Step inside. Empty. Morose.
My skeleton life feels frail and dry
I wish I had tear ducts just to cry
But firm and strong, these bones must stand
to protect our beautiful, bony land
Though in my marrow, I still feel as well
War, undoubtedly, is worse than hell
Husband
Squadrons align. Ivory flesh I bear
trembles, quivers, in this burning air
Millions of skele-lads in this cruel warzone
Yet deep in my marrow, I still feel so alone
My lover back home knows all that I’ve done
and I soon hope to return, once this war has been won
Worry not my love, for you must only wait
Evading capture above from those black, pearly gates
Though the enemy is here, and closing in fast
Our general is slack-jawed, gazing aghast
Bones have a funny way of surviving though
When home is the goal, I’m not letting go
Acid grenades functioning, and ready at my belt
I bite the pin, and my hope, silently praying to myself
“Lord, you sick monster. Stealing my heaven from me.
I found happiness in hell, yet you won’t let me be.”
“You call yourself love, but you take mine away.
Your mercy is a lie, but we all have to pay.”
It felt like time stopped, after I let the bomb go
But when I felt my bones burning, I was another lost woe
Our Family
It was early in the morning. Fixing my skeleton hair.
There was a knock at the door. I yelled, “Be right there!”
The slab opens wide, two-suited skeleton soldiers
I fell to my kneecaps, a crushing weight on my shoulders
“We’re terribly sorry for your great loss.”
“Thank you”, I mutter, bearing the heaviest cross
The world spins around me. What does this mean?
My chest is exploding. My skull, a smoke screen
Every orifice I have is manifested by shock
My strong, healthy bones felt as brittle as chalk
Every hope for us. All the years we spent
Our home. Our dreams. Our future. My lament
The time can’t fly, without any wings
An angel has died. Empty throne. No king.
