Before landing on the bone again
The bone of song was a jawbone old and bruised
Osiris, the fall of Troy, Auld Lang Syne
Lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
In the hieroglyphs of quills and quatrain lines
So I wrapped it in the ribbons of a sycamore tree
The words that I sang, blew off like the leaves in the wind
Lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness
I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest
The words on the bone of song were close and small
With a lightness in my step and a song in my bones
Then the bone was quiet it said no more to me
Kathleen, Mauvoreen Magnificat 'Your Cheatin’ Heart'
In the roots of a sycamore tree where it had hid so long
And as night had come, I turned around and headed home
I’ll remember your song but I’ll forget your name
A blessing written older than the rest
Then I saw on a white space that was left
And perched like birds in the branches
And though their tongues were dead, I found I knew them all
The chords of a covenant king singing for the Ark
In a box made out of myrtle lay the bone of song
And worn out in the service of the muse
I ran my palm along them and I heard
And along its sides and teeth were written words
It said, leave me here I care not for wealth or fame
