Bones.
When all the colour drained from the sky,
When every cigarette burnt out,
When Zeus took his last breath of wind,
The broken bones of humankind -
The hollow shell of their souls -
Was all that remained. We bit dust and
Held hands with stubborn voices.
We were bones: our depth
Stripped bare and our flesh stolen.
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