Difficult. poetry I crack my bones but do not grind them as I have no need for bread; my sustenance is the particulate that flutters through the air, from all the grinding bones scattered about. No, I do not grind my bones. But Surely, you can hear them crack Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...