When the Witch Doctor Life

throws his silent bones

some are crowned kings

while others lose their thrones

When the Witch Doctor Life

throws his silent bones

small "O" mouths scream

and run to Mama Kangaroo

insecure pouches wherein hide

beggars and drones

and babies and bums and buzzards

Mama crouches and smiles

her old useful smile

and old ego roars - laughs yesterday's gasses

while children and angels gasp

and follow a shepherd on crutches

When the Witch Doctor Life

throws his silent bones

some flee the dream

some turn to stone

and the children sing

and the heavens ring

worn by the shepherd with the folded wings

and the bones that sing of silence