Dust Bowl

I have decided to return to writing my biography, which I left previously at 50,000 words (more about that later). The past is a funny thing as sometimes it makes it's way back into the present and this is where the inspiriation for the following comes from.

The Past

Librarians walk through the skeleton
pause
lift a bone,
run their teeth down the spine
try to find their own name
etched and remembered.
A dust ridden volume
they find me,
resurrected by their own hand,
to ring the doorbell
and wonder why no one is home.