my bones layed down to rest, <br />my skin crawled underneath. <br />they told us we'd gone with the best, <br />they said it with so much grief. <br />i almost looked away, <br />i almost did not watch. <br />but in the end i kept on looking, <br />i think i saw too much. <br />images of broken homes, <br />bruises, cuts, and scrapes. <br />all the people, all alone <br />how much does it take? <br />i almost looked away, <br />i almost did not watch. <br />but in the end i kept on looking, <br />and i think i saw too much. <br /> <br />[not my usual writing style. more musical, lyrically.]<br /><br />Ana Podarevska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bones-7/
