Bag of Bones

LOVE this one!

Poesy plus Polemics

La Brea Tar Pits, California La Brea Tar Pits, California

My days are but loans
Of time that God owns
Till the scale of St Michael swings

I flew the high zones
Peered down on men’s thrones
But this eagle’s now folded his wings

My body bemoans
The sins it atones
Through pain that due penitence brings

Like a sackful of stones
My bagful of bones
Sinks into the tar of stilled things

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