Brittle old bones sing
Past there beds
In long ago buried fields
Overgrown in green
By
Voices of those
Who
Will them to existence
Persistently invoking departed souls
Within long ago written verses
That have not lost their luster
But echo on the voices
Of ones who will join such silence
But live on through a song
Persistent in their hearts
And so the bones will sing
With voices not their own
Far past eternal beds
In fields where they stay