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Dancing Skeletons
a night begun,
when the tombs have open;
out walk the bodies
some newly rotted,
others beyond comprehension,
The howles of wolves,
and the whoos of owles
the whipsering of the wind,
and the cracking of bones
as they walk again
When the living sleep,
the dead shall walk,
when no one looks,
they shall talk
All night long they shall thrash
and dance
like grounded birds who have
lost their wings
and when morning arrives they
shall die again
Back to their tombs,
inanimate as objects
