Good Hand

May the baying of the hounds
All rapping on your backbone
Only ever be just that

May the saying of the sounds
In your seances abound
Only with the kindest kind of spirits

And may you get a good gift
All the silver brushes
Fall in heaps about your feet

On your good hand
All meaning
May it get found out

I hope find you the hill
Where you'd like to die but still
Live on long beyond
Just because you can and will
And if you have to lose your hat
Lose your hat so that
Sly deciphers can search through it

On your good hand
All meaning
May it get found out

On your good hand
All meaning
May you just lie down