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The Bone Shakers
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

musty scent permeated
still air.
bathed in pale moonlight
the bone shakers came.
they brought not drone nor drum,
but their music filled the night
they shook, they quaked
they rattled, they chanted,
they quavered, they sang.
amber seeped from trees
and the village dogs howled
to the gibbous moon.

 

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