... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... death ..., ... ghosts ..., ... God ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sins ..., ... summer ..., ... summer solstice ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ..., ... time ..., ... weed ..., ... written under the influence ...

Old bones

Beat not around
This bush
For snakes and
Kin rise
At the swatting
Of the
Broom.

Some old bones
Are better
Off left buried
Under
Dry and sandy
Places.

And when we
Toss what
Has died on
Them, new
Life heals their
Benign
Wounds.

Let the dead, indeed
Bury their own dead.

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