08 February 2020

#8 - though we are dead we still know how to dance

The Ahkiyyini is a skeleton spirit in Inuit folklore

I beat my shoulder blades with limbs of ice
and sinew like some twisted tambourine,
a drum whose syncopation lies between
those tangled realms of hell and paradise.
For when I dance the spirits roll the dice
the waters crack, the mountains shake and scream,
the waking world becomes a fading dream
and those who hear the drummer pay the price.

So dance, you drowning pilgrims, dance with me
a pirouette, the pulse of life and death,
the rhythm of the vagaries of chance
that drag you down beneath a sunless sea.
Remember, as you draw your final breath
though we are dead we still know how to dance.


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