Bones

The ghosts moored their boats upon the shore
with hands and ropes they plucked the trembling stars
and the sound of bones rattled on the wind
and the salt of tears dropping in the sand

The bones of birds and children beneath me lie
the blood of stars, the blood of stars

The whispered sin on a guiltless knife
the silenced ring of a bullet in a life
we hid ourselves in the stitching of a myth
we hid by words in the history we bid

The bones of birds and children beneath me lie
the blood of stars on your hands and mine
the blood of stars, the blood of stars

when the fight was lost
they fell with broken hearts
a wound of a thousand cuts
and a scar to last the ages