Decipher me of blood and bone,
To identify the issue prone,
For nothing ever seems to lack,
Yet love in mulling right on track,
Interpret me a sea of years,
Or whisper to me seas of dry-bone tears,
But mention once a viper sting,
From soft inheritance of life doth sing,
And silent holy of holy nights,
Chases away those undermining frights,
And then we’ll breathe a breath once more,
And perhaps then, start keeping score?
Decipher me of water and moss,
The game truly, always, ends as a loss.
Decipher Me of Blood and Bone
