Bones had been stripped and cleaned
and classified well before being dog
thrown, and left to be discovered later
by any good pot hunter; though whilst
crunching underfoot the glass fragile
scraps of past adventures we still trod
lightly.
.......Earth being what it is, for safe
keepings sake, it worked its wonder
upon them; soaking instead of draining
them of significance. Dug whole from dirt
without shatter or tear or tooth mark
about them, and wrung viselike for the
shine of airtight cellophane things; not
bought in shops but efficiently ordered
to the door, and placed in front of eager
fingers to be opened with Christmas
morning zeal and mountain fresh upraised
faces. Although once emptied they were
handled too abruptly to last the morning
out, but all the same appreciated from their
grave by those without a stone to adorn.
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