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Word Prompt: Wilderness

Them bones are marching

Fixed on where they gotta go

‘Cross the brush, down the trails

To the river runnin’ slow

This is no man’s land

They claimed it for themselves

All the ghosts buried six feet deep

And the ones who rest on barren ground

Them bones are marching, marching

Fixed on where they gotta go

‘Cross the brush, down the trails

To the river runnin’ slow

The earth is crackin’ open

Leeching secrets to the wind

There ain’t time to grab them all

We got them bones to watch

And they’re nearin’ their final bend

Them bones are marching, marching

Fixed on where they gotta go

‘Cross the brush, down the trails

To the river runnin’ slow

Parched tongues hang for death

Eager to lap the poison waitin’

The lazy water knows its victims

Bein’ the one who took their lives away

Them bones are marching, marching

Fixed on where they gotta go

‘Cross the brush, down the trails

To the river runnin’ slow