Bone of laughter

We live in the age of terror.
Now we rattle a few bones

Bones are inward laughter,
As  they dance from death.

It is how we rattled poetry.
How poetry rattled bones.

We are at the age of terror.
There is fear lurking in liver

When rattle of fear sounds
Much like bone of laughter.

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