Except Bones

I am just a body bag, soulless hag,
and they try to exploit the spirit
floating over the body
by using the body
and trying to coax it nearer
but it sees the predators
and hides further and further away.

Behind the bushes
it waits for them to leave
to go back and unloose
the knots of the ropes
the body is caught in
the smell of the flesh
keeps the vultures coming back.

And fighting for the body
to be their territory
they're battling eachother
big chunks of carcass disappearing.

Every time the spirit goes back
there's less for it to return to.

Soon there'll be nothing.

Nothing at all
except
bones
to go back to
and the spirit will go
and collect them and make a sculpture out of them.