Digging for Bones

Hold this
slipping halo
as a sacrament

to the old gods
of liberty
gone missing


shine a light on
the symptoms mounting
where plastic idols
are exaggerated
and grossly enshrined

Lick your blade
and carve a sign
in the bark
where bite
meets sap
tames flesh

for love
if you have
the strength
left in you

or war
if tensions
have already swayed
too far
across distorted lines

dividing the distance
amnesia and trauma

But how well
do you aim?

is the only question
you’ll need answered

at the barn’s hoedown
once all the hay’s strewn

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 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.