Bag of Bones

Bag of bones,

sack of guts,

is skin all

that contains what is

inside?

Worm food or

Soylent Green.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

from the earth we came

and to the earth we return,

bones and guts and

ashes and dirt

all wrapped in

skin.

Where are the muscles,

the tendons,

the strength?

People are more

than jiggling sagging bags

waiting to burst

and rot.

The prompt for this week was to write a poem that constantly noticed what was inside things, and this is what came out of that prompt and my head. I've been in a bit of a mood lately.