WE DANCED A VISIT TO THE CEMETERY

You took me to the graves of your ancestors, 

to understand your poem Joe,

but instead of night and dark and damp,

and woe, 

we danced,

you took my hand and led me in, 

we saw some great big stones,

some edifices strange and gaunt, 

along the avenues, at each cross

we did a spin, and wild flowers echoed too, 

as if they knew, 

for they are there from day to night 

and back to day again.

Then as the sun set in the west

the spectres came right out,

and soon a dance hall came about.

We hailed your mother's sisters, brothers, 

aunts and uncles too, 

and all came out to join us, prancing in the dew, 

then as we did the final waltz, 

sweet music could be heard, 

from all the leaves in every tree,

and even songs of birds,

and when the darkness swallowed all,

and blackness ruled the hour, 

it was as if we disappeared like dreams

contented so it seems,

as then we did retire, 

and left a spray of new white stars,

to decorate the tombs, 

where all their spirits blink and smile.

high up and out of sight, 

we whisper you a fond goodnight.