Bones

Mainly it’s the flesh around bones

we love and are loved for back,

The bones themselves going unadmired,

a scaffolding and profound support,

Yet one which is held in scant esteem,

the subject of cartoons, Halloween and Science.

Taken for granted, they are yet divine,

deciding attitudes and angles of angels.

What shall we do when dear bones rot,

right in the middle of what we love most?

What if a woman has cancer?