The Earth cried out, the Sun had not set but darkness marched across the horizon. Every step into earth, I tried to make like knives were plunging into it. All it ever offered were scavengers and then nothing. There was a bystander for very day I swayed, the Earth was the first. Washed its hands of any reason to bury me. Six underground, now and forever those clean hands will wish for this indivisible Skeleton to be.