Now it’s time to harvest the bones
Nothing teaches us like the bones

Carving them with runes and symbols
We divine our future by the bones

Shaping them into tiny thimbles
We make our living by the bones

Consecrating them with light
We bless our elders by the bones

Cremating them within the night
We heat our souls by the bones

Pounding them against the drum
We play our music by the bones

And when we pay the final sum
We’ll earn our right to be the bones.

(If you like this poem, then you’ll LOVE By the Bones! Check it out!)