Rotten Bones

Outside painted, inside rotten
The grave...
The harbour of our fallen heroes
And heroines.
Home of the liberated
More correctly the designated
To resign permanently...

The bones are your citizens
Occupying your palace
The termites are your soldiers
Masticating the bones for food
Separating the body from bones

Heads pressed on an earth to visit home
Victims of deaths travel unreturned journeys
Through their holes
There, they undergo the process of manufacture
Occurrence for the bones to be rotten
There, they become the seed that will not need to germinate