OUR BONES DANCE THEIR WAY OUT OF THE GRAVE TO THE MUSIC OF MIDNIGHT by James Lee Jobe

Our ghosts break into song, a rap number. Owls click their beaks, keeping time. Skeletons without names pop and lock. A bonfire tosses the light of flame before us. There is no Hell, and Heaven will wait until the dance is through. Throw up your arm bones, kick up your heels. Let the song of death lift you up.

James Lee Jobe has been published in Manzanita, Tule Review, Pearl, and many other periodicals. His online publications include Convergence, Knot Magazine, Poetry 24, Medusa's Kitchen, and The Original Van Gogh Anthology. Jobe has authored five chapbooks, and his blog is PABLO, at jamesleejobe.blogspot.com.

James Lee Jobe has been published in Manzanita, Tule Review, Pearl, and many other periodicals. His online publications include Convergence, Knot Magazine, Poetry 24, Medusa’s Kitchen, and The Original Van Gogh Anthology. Jobe has authored five chapbooks, and his blog is PABLO, at jamesleejobe.blogspot.com.

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