Dances with dead things

poem about death, creativity as way to find hope, ghosts, living ghosts, fairy, drumming.

Dances with Dead Things

Dead thing s come &

Fly with she

Dead/ alive

She Loves them all

Good & Bad

Call & Call

The living dead

Inside

Her head

&

Glowing lights

Spirit flights

Not like most

Others

She dances (So Strange)

With To

The Dead (others)

She dances (Even)

With (Lovers)

The Dead (fairy lights)

(due hypnotize)

Haunted/ Hunted (don’t spook)

Beyond most (someone else’s thighs)

others

But

(she can dance)

(& chant and sing) (she can do most anything)

This spirit here might

Drag/dig (though sometimes)

Her down (saves)

Instead She

Dances

Dance with the dead