Echo of a Gunshot

On a scaffold of bones,
(we) build a frame
Of friendship, or lust, or love.
And when (our brief)
Time has passed
Through this world,
(We are left)
With that beautiful frame
(To) remind and warm
(us)And enliven us,
Through our darkest days
to the final hours.

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