Bone Horn

This body will become an instrument.
This body of the beloved done with being alive
will not stop making music.
From its bones guitars and trumpets will be made.
The offspring of the body
will play the music of the body on the body’s
own cords.

Relatives will gather for the bone music
that goes like this: hrum hrum hrum hrum hrum.
It does not end until the players must sleep.

No fruits will be picked,
no furrows dug, no corn or wheat shells ground.

The village will be busy
with dance and song,
with the music of the beloved,
of this body.

(c) 2006 JL Williams