Sleep Among Bones
A poem by Mark Gulino
In the dying light of the world
beneath the ash of yesterdays,
a heart beats wildly for what might
be whole again.
That disquiet in the
cold shadow of death
might be put to rest.
Memento Mori.
In tomorrow’s healing glow,
sleep among the bones and
dream a way back.
Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gulino