story bones
flesh full tales of woe
clenched between lips and teeth
willing foes pull to throw
growling low
tighter till we had our fill
of sinewy knuckle-down
marrow of will
no contest met
nor tissue left
parade around the outside wall
to paddock graves of earthen domes
in quiet of night the remains give way
the story flowers grow tall
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