Day of the Dead

Day of The Dead Old suits and old gowns They wore With fresh memories They mourn Dance of candle flames In their portrait windows Some semblance of life Through flickered shadows Dancing remembers Long passed footsteps Recounted smiles And reinvented anecdotes While ancient skeletal death In bony tattered rags Banters his scythe In slow melancholic celebration Generations joined By white boned fingertips He leads the waltz of death To a rhythm of life Falling tears glitter Remembrance in fireworks Crackle alive with music The departed dance Mausoleum and mound Lay their head hung flowers Beauteous colours of solemnity To ease the passing Old gowns and old suits They wear With new memories They mourn And the dance with antique Weary old death Carried his bones to a newly laid bed To be reborn