Ezekiel 37

Late at night
walking down city streets
I hear a wooden wind chime
sounds like dry bones rattling
in the wind
wind moving in the valley of my soul.

Chill up my spine
Scrap of paper
scrapes across the street
Someone stepping on my grave
But in that crevice within
I hear a faint
rattling.

2/29/92

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