We Are Dry Bones Beneath the Ground

Author's note: The following poem is a form called a Rondel You can find an explanation of that form here:https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/rondel-poetry-form

We are dry bones beneath the ground
Lying beneath the frozen stones
You came here to this place alone.
You do not hear us make a sound.

But really we are all around
Though there is nothing left but bones
We are dry bones beneath the ground
Lying beneath the frozen stones

You do not hear us make a sound
You do not hear our voices moan
You do not hear our voices groan
But still you have by us been found

You are dry bones beneath the ground