Song of the Bones

Today the children will pick up songs 

Like bones of their ancestors

And learn the marrow of the tune 

That has carried down the ages,

Will learn to breath more deeply 

Knowing those songs down to the core:

The words, the melody, the harmony 

All a source of return

To the greater mind of the tribe, beyond culture,
A return to the blood that drives the soul to sing,
That gives motion and dance to the skeleton

They will learn all these songs
And store them in their marrow

From these generations of bones.