A short anthology by a prolific poet and short story writer.Flesh and BoneI am but flesh and bone, as such I have a lot to atone, I consume the grasses of life, to feed my flesh which is the living's fief, my blood runs with the grass's essence, my life requires its obsolescence, the blood and flesh life's frame, I am but bones in death as the Earth life's frame does reclaim, life's form melts back to the Earth its mother, the dirt of the body brings life to another, the flesh in death feeds the grasses above, life feeds upon the grass to feed their flesh and the cycle continues thereof.