BONE DANCE

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He walks home with a horse at dusk

past derelict houses and fissured dreams,

where death is waltzing with hope,

swapping partners with life and despair,

then beauty takes money out for a slow set.

The band are skeletons drumming

with bones on the skulls of neighbours.

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After the raffle, history takes to the floor.

Before dawn the couples make way

as time coughs and rattles the keys.

By morning man and horse

walk in the opposite direction

kicking elementals out of the way

to turn the sod as they must.