As the sun sinks upon the horizon, <br />As the dark night creeps in, <br />The dead dance. <br />On the streets they roam, <br />Silent, <br />Alone. <br />Everybody dances, <br />The saints and the sinners, <br />Everybody dances, <br />To the sound of the rhythm, <br />Everybody dances, <br />The dance of the dead. <br /> <br />The dance of the dead goes on, <br />And on, <br />Never stops, <br />Never slows, <br />Time does not matter to the dead. <br />Everybody dances, <br />The poor and the rich, <br />Everybody dances, <br />To the cries to the babies, <br />Everybody dances, <br />The dance of the dead. <br /> <br />As your time goes up, <br />The dead dance into your room, <br />Filled with silent movements, <br />They twirl with grace, <br />And style <br />And ease. <br />They reach out their hands, <br />And you take it, <br />And join the dance of the dead. <br />Everybody dance, <br />The young and the old, <br />Everybody dance, <br />The music is playing, <br />Everybody dance, <br />To the dance of the dead. <br /> <br />C’mon, <br />Everybody dance, <br />Soldiers and lovers, <br />Oh, <br />Everybody dance, <br />To sound they cry, <br />So, <br />Everybody dance, <br />To the dance of the dead, <br />The dance of the dead. <br />Oh, <br />Everybody dances, <br />Because the dance never stops. <br /> <br />6/05/06<br /><br />Charlie F. Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everybody-dance-the-dance-of-the-dead/
