Behind the Veil of Birth

but these bones were born for the moors
destined for crystal and silicon visions

but these relics sit pretty
on the mantelpiece of dreams

femurs wrapped in single threads
of black silken hair

and in the wildlands of America
there were generations
garnering wisdom from the earth

and I have seen elephants
gather around their fallen
to weep
to dance
to bury the dead

clavicles hidden away
in a heathen’s cloak

and on the trail of tears
scars are bled out in the sand
beneath a war-torn sun
that never dares to sleep

but I have seen your brother
and my father
and all the lovers of ages past
who now reside in realms beyond
the grasp of those still bound to flesh

but even ghosts have living souls
and each of them smiles wide for you
because it’s your Birthday
so it’s only natural to cry
before entering the party
to blow out the candles
in grand fashion

rib cage holding white doves
freedom tattooed on their wings

and novels extracted
from the marrow

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.