Remains

Did my bones give any resistance,
when you crushed them under your boots?
Was it all one swift move or was pressure needed,
to break the more stubborn spots?

Did the smell of my powdered limbs tickle your nose,
as you ground me to dust?
Did the edges of your mouth curve slightly up,
in that wicked, knowing smile?

Was it what you needed, to take me down,
though you knew what it cost me?
Was I even a consideration when you plotted,
this destructive game?

Did my bones give you any discomfort?
Shall I apologize for inconveniencing you so?
Will you remember me later,
when you scrape me from your boot?

And though you scrape me off,
and toss me away,
A part of me hopes you will miss,
the design I have left on your sole.