I am feeling rather poetic, but my bones are dry.

Like spare rib. Roasted and bare.
Can you spare a rib?
They are all gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone.

I am feeling rather poetic, but I am ribless and roasted.

No time! No time!
Adam names the animals and leaves the emotions to me.
Men.
I am no more than a little bone.

I am feeling rather poetic, but I am but a bone, and bare.
Can you spare an emotion?
They are all gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone.

No time! No time!
Men.
Bones.

Heroes go to war
Silly girl -
Peace is for cowards.