Crier's Dance

When our lovers all die, where do they go?
When our birds all seek flight, leave us floating far below
I'm drifting in the water, my leather-bound skin
Broken pieces of the puzzle, my bones they hold within
They march with me in the streets and
Dance to tunes of sticks on skin and sandals
They beat their war drums calling
Out to vultures
Over burial grounds
Can you hear them coming?
The cobblers gather in mass
They stand on the clouds and tell you
"You'll dance till the echoes last"
Go, the gathered storm, it comes for
Our feeble haystack homes
The tides will take us over, and
They'll sweep us far below



Credits
Writer(s): Aditya Srinivasulu
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