When the Witch Doctor Lifethrows his silent bonessome are crowned kingswhile others lose their thronesWhen the Witch Doctor Lifethrows his silent bonessmall « O » mouths screamand run to Mama Kangarooinsecure pouches wherein hidebeggars and dronesand babies and bums and buzzardsMama crouches and smilesher old useful smileand old ego roars – laughs yesterday’s gasseswhile children and angels gaspand follow a shepherd on crutchesWhen the Witch Doctor Lifethrows his silent bonessome flee the dreamsome turn to stoneand the children singand the heavens ringworn by the shepherd with the folded wingsand the bones that sing of silence