Ossuary

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I thought I read this in another forum a time ago.
After writing it out and rereading it a few times I'm fairly confident someone could write a 25 page essay analyzing this. 1 page per line, tempting 

It is the bones.
 
It is the rattle and crack of what remains
as the caws of the corvids scrape across tar, caws scrape? I can handle that, but I don't know where the tar comes from. Picture dinosaurs sinking, which in my mind fits the subject but dinosaurs don't fit.
crying for flesh; feeding their young.
 
The young remain
forced into thousand crossesinto a thousand, thousands of, or is Thousand Crosses a thing?
of Calvary; bound as the countless
virgins frozen under the handsof course you can only sacrifice the innocent, but I don't understand it sounds like all the people being killed at calvary (innocent or not) is equivalent to whoring them out.  Being killed to me is more like being directly raped, a stretch from the long road of teaching someone promiscuity is good.
that will raise them to whore.   Although, calvary and raise go great together.
 
Our nests are thorns dipped in gold. thorn and gold like a christian crown were born into 
Old temples crush the new
and call it charity.  Images line the walls call it charity, this is my favorite line, but what is old and what is new? Isn't it usually the other way? Although the old Roman Jewish ways trampled the new christians, much like I currently want to trample scientology
of the grave.I'm getting lots of images already, aside from the images diminishing later, I don't understand you're inclusion of the word images, the ones in my head are vivid through the end.
 
Miracles run black over
withered palms; the sheep eat the shepherdshow jesus can it get? Withered palms of old age hands, or withered palms like the ones that greet him in jerusalem, sheep eating shepherds and being reborn in mud only makes sense to me because of golGotha and Jesus followers putting him to death to be reborn.  I cant get my thoughts straight here in so little space, seriously, a whole page per line!
and are reborn in the mud.  All eyes turn
to mirrors: the images diminish.
 
When you see the blow, you know
it is not for you.  Your hands are pressed
together and your ears are filled
with dirt.  We are not crows, to sifti love this whole stanza
through filth to thrive.I'm watching the torture and blinding myself to it at the same time.  This is amazing correlation, like you're telling yourself you don't need to do these things (mind wading through filth), even though for crows it's life
 
In the end, it is not the bones in the beginning I thought 'it' was addressing the feelings from inside the ossuary,
but how you break them.  I picture vultures throwing bones over cliffs to break them enough to be eaten completely.