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Bone Carver 7: Raft of Bones

Bone Carver 
Raft of Bones


I fear that while we still have grammar we have not yet killed god.
- Nietzsche
 
One time there was once other peoples round here.

The Bone Carver pointed to a series of decrepit platforms in the clearing ahead. 

These peoples was so Holy that they spirits all the time close to movin on out of they bones. So they figures some sorts of rituals that keep thems spirits still bound to thems bones. 

Why didn't they just move on and leave their bodies?

Because they had some work to do here.

We walked into a clearing and began to walk amongst the platforms. Piles of old bone lay beneath them.

Don't touch nothing here. Give me your hand.

He led me along a turning path through the burial grounds.  

Tell you again: don't touch nothing.

When we reached the other side of the clearing, he knelt down next to a small bush with black flowers, searching underneath with his hands.

What are you looking for?

For something to keep you from trouble.

What sort of trouble?

These old peoples who was once here make were made to leave their bodies before they had a chance to finish their works. And it been said that there is some of them who will take over another body if they gets any chance.

Are you talking about evil spirits?

No such thing as an evil spirit, boy. Just some things that has a hunger. Now there! That's what I was wanting.

He held up a small brown nut that was shaped like a bone. He spit on it and polished a shine on to it. He looked at it against the sun for a moment like a jewler might look at a diamond. The he gave it to me.

This is a buckeye. Keep you from being taked too far from your body. Bind your spirit down to your bones - not matter what happen to your flesh. You hang on to it and let it work itself down into you.

I rubbed the buckeye
***
We walked away from the burial grounds and deeper into the woods until we came to an Old Mill. We walked around the back where a broken down water wheel hung from the back wall. 

[xxxxx] 
All that remained were a few heavy spokes radiating out from a tilted axel piece.
We walked underneath this xxxxx and down to the Mill Pond - which was actually a secluded part of the Lake xxxx Lilly pads covered - had grown over all but a center channell and while lotuses bloomed bright
At the end of the walkway, the Bone Carver xxx
into the shallows.
***
He found a rope and drew out a good sized xxx raft from underneath the pier xxx
Made entirely of bones - deep white, almost yellow - polished iwit wax
***
He motioned me on. I stepped on. xxx
This is beautiful.  Did you make this?
Nope. Holy Fool made this raft long time back.
It was intricate in its construction. A coffin sized rose up from the center, also made of bones. I sat on this.
the Bone Carver used a bamboo pole and used this to push us through the lilly pads out into the open water of the Lake.
***
Dragonflies swarmed around us
Slick frogs croaked and leaped from the pad into the water
did the Holy Fool used to go fishin alot?
Nope. not much. didn't has too much truch with meat. 

xxx
 The Bone Carver eased the raft into the center of the pond/Lake xxx and motioned for me to stand up

He lifted the lid of the bone box I was sitting on
removed a huge skull tied to a coil of rope

threw it into the water
surprised at how much rope it took to reach bottom

pulled out some fishing line, tied a hook and a sinker on, clipped on a floater
Now I'm going to tells you how to do this and you going to do it exactly this way
I took the long bamboo pole.
hold on to this all times. don't let go atall. 

knot seven loops xx
***
I had forgotten about the Bone Worm. I reached into my pocket and removed the small box the Bone Carver had given me earlier. I slid it open and was relieved to see the Bone Worm had not yet turned into a moth. It was the last one.
The Bone Carver said it was all that I would need.
***
set the Bone Worm on the hook
itll hang on by iteself
I dropped the hook into the water
floater on the surface, I tensed up, ready to catch the Big One
But nothing happened.
floater bobbed
light of the sun separated on the waves
bone carver watched
 
evening faded into night
attention on floater
hands on pole
nothing happened
and still I waited 


 



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***

 fear that while we still have grammar we have not yet killed god.
- Nietzsche
 
One time there was once other peoples round here.

The Bone Carver pointed to a series of decrepit platforms in the clearing ahead. 
These peoples was so Holy that they spirits all the time close to movin on out of they bones. So they figures some sorts of rituals that keep thems spirits still bound to thems bones. 

Why didn't they just move on and leave their bodies?
Because they had some work to do here.
We walked into a clearing and began to walk amongst the platforms. Piles of old bone lay beneath them.
Don't touch nothing here. Give me your hand.
He led me along a turning path through the burial grounds.  
Tell you again: don't touch nothing.
When we reached the other side of the clearing, he knelt down next to a small bush with black flowers, searching underneath with his hands.
What are you looking for?
For something to keep you from trouble.
What sort of trouble?
These old peoples who was once here make were made to leave their bodies before they had a chance to finish their works. And it been said that there is some of them who will take over another body if they gets any chance.
Are you talking about evil spirits?
No such thing as an evil spirit, boy. Just some things that has a hunger. Now there! That's what I was wanting.
He held up a small brown nut that was shaped like a bone. He spit on it and polished a shine on to it. He looked at it against the sun for a moment like a jewler might look at a diamond. The he gave it to me.
This is a buckeye. Keep you from being taked too far from your body. Bind your spirit down to your bones - not matter what happen to your flesh. You hang on to it and let it work itself down into you.
I rubbed the buckeye

***
We walked away from the burial grounds and deeper into the woods until we came to an Old Mill. We walked around the back where a broken down water wheel hung from the back wall. 

[xxxxx] 
All that remained were a few heavy spokes radiating out from a tilted axel piece.
We walked underneath this xxxxx and down to the Mill Pond - which was actually a secluded part of the Lake xxxx Lilly pads covered - had grown over all but a center channell and while lotuses bloomed bright
At the end of the walkway, the Bone Carver xxx
into the shallows.
***
He found a rope and drew out a good sized xxx raft from underneath the pier xxx
Made entirely of bones - deep white, almost yellow - polished iwit wax
***
He motioned me on. I stepped on. xxx

This is beautiful.  Did you make this?
Nope. Holy Fool made this raft long time back.
It was intricate in its contruction. A coffin sized rose up from the center, also made of bones. I sat on this.
the Bone Carver used a bamboo pole and used this to push us through the lilly pads out into the open water of the Lake.
***
Dragonflies swarmed around us
Slick frogs croaked and leaped from the pad into the water
did the Holy Fool used to go fishin alot?
Nope. not much. didn't has too much truch with meat. 

xxx
 The Bone Carver eased the raft into the center of the pond/Lake xxx and motioned for me to stand up
He lifted the lid of the bone box I was sitting on
removed a huge skull tied to a coil of rope

threw it into the water
surprised at how much rope it took to reach bottom
pulled out some fishing line, tied a hook and a sinker on, clipped on a floater
Now I'm going to tells you how to do this and you going to do it exactly this way
I took the long bamboo pole.
hold on to this all times. don't let go atall. 
knot seven loops xx
***
I had forgotten about the Bone Worm. I reached into my pocket and removed the small box the Bone Carver had given me earlier. I slid it open and was relieved to see the Bone Worm had not yet turned into a moth. It was the last one.
The Bone Carver said it was all that I would need.
***
set the Bone Worm on the hook
itll hang on by iteself
I dropped the hook into the water
floater on the surface, I tensed up, ready to catch the Big One
But nothing happened.
floater bobbed
light of the sun separated on the waves
bone carver watched
 
evening faded into night
attention on floater
hands on pole
nothing happened
and still I waited