We were bones
given flesh,
stretched with skin,
lit within,
so we could dance
to the music
of the dying universe.
We met,
two by two,
an apocalypse
exclusive retinue.
We tripped the light,
we stepped on stars
between the buildings
and the cars.
Back in the day,
before our bones,
as we will be
after it snows,
in mid-July,
from a clear, blue sky
the end of days,
our lullaby.
We’ll say good-bye
to bones and skin
and dance between
the dimensions.
The song goes on
each movement spun,
each note and measure
from beyond.
We were never
long for this venue.
We were dressed up
for the review.
The band will play,
we will dance on,
long after these façades are gone.
-HG