The Bones Will Speak by John Eppel

The eyes will close, the lips will fold,
The ears will cauliflower.
But the bones, the bones, the bones will speak
For ever and an hour.

The nose will block, the tongue will curl
The taste of figs turn sour.
But the bones, the bones, the bones will speak
For ever and an hour.

The crotch will rust, the nipples flake,
The whole demeanour cower.
But the bones, the bones, the bones will speak
For ever and an hour.

From: https://botsotso.org.za/2019/06/two-poems-by-john-eppel/

Date: 2019

By: John Eppel (1947- )