Chain of Bones

Yesterday I saw two vultures

Fighting over a dead snake in the road.

Hurtling down this mountain,

Into the setting sun,

They rose before me and marked my passing.

My time has not yet come.

This morning I saw a chain of bones

Testifying in the sun

That all bonds of the flesh must be broken.

In the end we all belong to the vultures,

And if we truly have a home up in the sky

We must go there alone.

Out on this road a steel guitar is always playing

Mournfully upon the wind.

The miles are marked by abandoned ranches,

The rusting hulls of old cars,

The lifeless eyes of road killed creatures questioning

The reasons for our passing.

Fence posts and rusty wire

Won't keep Coyote from his supper.

His next meal is anything that crosses his path.

He is the eternal optimist.

He never sings in protest, he sings for life.

And to give meaning to the night.

In the cool light of another morning

I pass through this country, never to return.

The hushed creatures emerge from hiding.

The coyote picks up a chain of bones

And trots down the road with his head held high

In defiance of his inevitable fate.

Archie Logsdon

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

I hope that coyote has a pack.

[Archie Logsdon]

He has a doggy bag....

[Lola Nation]

😁 haha! Clever

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are always those who take advantage of others....they lie in waiting...and when we fall they emerge, they pounce...they pick our bones...because they don't have any flesh left on their hearts.

j.

[Archie Logsdon]

The voice of wisdom.

[Lorry]

Nicely captured Archie. We all become the bones that is the chain of life and death, it is what we do while here that is important.

[Archie Logsdon]

Thank you, Nemo.
Yes, it is.