Band Stand

Stoney friends left behind
Congregating, waiting
The burning drape making way
for a velvet night, hesitating

Watery children dodging light
A sorrowful shimmer at the end of sight
Bodies caught in a heist
ravens flopping on the heads
Crying to a feast

Faded green amidst dying shells
They listen to voices, I hear bells
Mother sings them a rhyme
I listen to her muted chime

Stones, awake through the night
Virgin morning in her golden flight
To num eyes by the bay
Lost children will find their way.