VALLEY OF DRY BONES

Here in the canyon of the Dead

The Dry bones are bleached white

Sinews dried in shrunken Flight

They litter the earth, as the Prophet said

Valley filled with dry bones

Air still crackles mobile phones

McLuhan message Medium clear

Scarce the blood or Lovelight near

What story told through bones so cold

Where nothing lives, not even mould

On souls that saw a sunlit sky

Yet dwelt in greed to pass it by

The Ghosts so bold, of bone rot cold

Cruise Astral Plane, to seek recruits

Drink fertile blood, in futile suits

Of dry bones moist, returned to fold

From Tear Lakes broken forlorn hold

By the Tempter, Lifes Deceiver of Times Old