Bone Dust

Bone Dust

A Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci

dust to dust


Bone Dust 


blood- sinew

muscle and flesh

turned to dust-

what’s left is just  

tiny broken

little itty-bitty brittle bits

of bleached out bones


it once was a living man

with wife family friends and

a castle for a home

now it just bits and pieces

of dusty old petrified bones

on a mountain of dirt rock and

dead memories

© 2021 Robert Francis Callaci

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Added on March 4, 2021
Last Updated on March 4, 2021
Tags: poetry


Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL

My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..