A Touch Away From Dust

Its all falling apart
Like slow cooked rib meat,
Sliding off the bone like butter,
Leaving it naked and exposed.
Once strong protector of heart and lungs
Grown dry and brittle,
A touch away from dust,
Under the noon day sun.

3-13-18

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