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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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