Ancient bones in their stone crypts
never know sunlight or sin
they lie abed with dreams of skin
rattling and sprattling skulls
They do not pulse with the rhythm at noon
they cannot dance away fears
drums beat loudest in fleshy ears
they do not writhe for the tune
Bones faced their day of love and war
now they're done – today is our day
nothing they say can smooth away
the wrinkles that we ignore.
