Worry Bone, by Hans Hetrick

Worry Bone

Always shaking my tree
Always rattling my bones
      Stirs up
      the natives
      tending my temple
      grooming my home
They get no peace
They never feel at home
      Worry bone preaches
      doom on every street
      He’s a guest on every show
Thinks God burnt
trifles into stone
      Swears disaster lurks
      ravenous behind every
      promising door
Worry bone wants fear
tattooed on everybody’s soul
      For the Gods
      will not rest
      until everybody
lies prone on the floor
to tremble before fate
      takes its toll.

Hans Hetrick is the author of Outrageous Hockey RivalriesFlightConnect Setup GuidePower 101: Power Infrastructure and EquipmentFighting Love,and the Liquid Controls Q4 Newsletter. He is also the cofounder and editor-in-chief of The Wax Paper, a literary and arts newspaper. Check us out at thewaxpaper.com or on Instagram at @thewaxpaper.

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