Just where it now lies
I can no longer say
I found it on a cold and November day
In the roots of a sycamore tree
Where it had hid so long
In a box made out of myrtle
Lay the bone of song
The bone of song was
A jawbone old and bruised
And worn out in the service of the muse
And along its sides
And teeth were written words
I ran my palm along them
And I heard
Lucky are you who finds me
In the wilderness
I am the only unquiet ghost
That does not seek rest
The words on the bone of song
Were close and small
And though their tongues
Were dead I found I knew them all
In the hieroglyphs of quills
And quatrain lines
Osiris the fall of Troy Auld Lang Syne
Kathleen Mauvoreen Magnifical
Your Cheatin' Heart
The chords of a covenan
King singing for the Ark
Then I saw on a white space that was left
A blessing written older than the rest
It said leave me here
I care not for wealth or fame
I'll remember your song
But I'll forget your name
The words that I sang blew
Off like the leaves in the wind
And perched like birds in the branches
Before landing on the bone again
Then the bone was quiet
It said no more to me
So I wrapped it in the ribbons
Of a sycamore tree
And as night had come
I turned around and headed home
With a lightness in my step
And a song in my bones
Lucky are you who finds me
In the wilderness
I am the only unquiet ghost
That does not seek rest
