the boneyard

lies inside
and out
encircled
by tibias
blanched by the sun
breastplates of ribs
stacked
hiding from peering eyes
flanges of windows
ironclad and dim
the crackle of wheels
on crushed mandibles
announce the arrival
of new grist
for the boneyard
mill

inspired by: http://www.talesfromtheboneyard.com/