Dead bones' plight

Dead bones’ plight

They asked me to pay homage to the dead,
I stood by the stone epitaph to add one,
while my hands bent to pickup the paper,
envisaged the dead bones’ dilemma,
“when we were alive we were powdered,
Perfumed, periwigged, on the flesh,
when we fell we were cared upon,
lest you should flounder to walk,
we were, dressed up, meticulously
Massaged, some of us were powdered,
Now, you are walking upon us,
Beware of our plight, our
Shadow might fallow upon you.”