The Dead Play Ball

In the Arctic, the dead play ball
with the skulls of walrus.

The dead play music on rib-cages of seals.
They make the ribs sing.

On certain days, people hear them.

Some never hear them, though
they are there, the dead,
                      playing and singing.

Sheila Hamilton

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