Fire Made of Bones

A fire made of bones
Sings from a hill
Overwhelmed by
The clatter of clichés
Cascading down
Bell Mountain
Hear it ring
As the bones sing
Of the giddiness
Inherent in amnesia

A centaur full of memory
Weaves a tale of heroes
Stopping from time to time
To sip his medicine
To ease a back
Aching from the insistent
Pull of gravity
Gypsy girls threaten
To steal his hunting horn
If he does not craft
Bangles to adorn
Their giddy forms
Unsuited to his union

A fire made for bones
Dances on the hill
Overwhelming the clink
And clatter of coins
Thrown at the feet
Of dancing gypsy girls
Hear the centaur moan
As they warm the bones
And sing and dance
For forgotten heroes

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Credits: Words and Collage by Jay Larsen