Bones Never Lie

Bones never lie

Not when spoken to

They aren’t like muscles

With their memories

Drilled in place by lies

Bones tell the truths

Imprinted on them by time

When questioned they will answer

With a solid honesty

The muscles will ask mind

Then they’ll go with heart

They are tools of the subjective

They feel instead of think

They are jealous of the bones

Know that they will be gone

Liquefied to dust, and ash

Long before the bones give up

Bones never lie

Because they are familiar

With eternity