I can’t remember if I’ve posted this one before! (Oh dear; I’ve just checked and see I have posted it before! Oh well, I suppose it can stand a repeat?)
The Bare Bones
They never lied to me – my parents:
Santa Claus wasn’t real and tooth fairies
didn’t exist. The guinea pig that died
didn’t go to heaven. I remember
holding my father’s hand in a museum,
gazing in disbelief, once the secret was out,
at a dog’s skeleton, a bird’s and a frog’s.
At seven my first occult knowledge;
a treasure I carried inside me.
A human skeleton was the jewel
wrapped up in a balaclava and raincoat.
Inside, where it was warm, I took it out
and learnt by heart each part – humerus,
radius, femur, pelvis and patella – counted
all the ribs to see if any were missing;
learnt that 24 vertebrae made up a spine
that kept me upright. A hinged framework
for nerves, arteries and softer innards.
When I looked at my mother and father
I knew they were hiding something.
3 thoughts on “The Bare Bones”
My sense is that your parents were very wise, and that you were very precocious!
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nice one Eric. how big was the skeleton you had. post again and again. no one will mind. john s
The only skeleton I had (apart from the one inside me) was a cardboard one!