The Stone Coyotes

Close to the Bone

B. Keith


I found a gypsy crying

By the side of the road

He said, “I’ve seen the future

I’ve cracked the code


I’ve learned to read

Between the lines

For I’ve lived long

And I know the signs”


Some say there’s a blood moon rising

Some say Death’s going to seize the throne

       (Don’t look behind – You’ll be turned to stone)

The words came in on a cold sharp wind

And they cut a little close to the bone


Rack and ruin

He said, “I see them clear

I can taste the trouble

And I can feel the fear


It gets in through the window

And the dead bolt door

We hold our loved ones

Closer than before”


He said, “The dry leaves speak

Before the storm

Hear them repeat

You’ve been warned”


I said, “No, don’t say it

Your crystal ball lied

There’s still time

To stem the tide!”