Z is for ZOMBIE JAMBOREE
I was walking one night
Around Lake Winona
When I met a lady
Who knelt on the shore there
She was using a bone
That she held in her hand
To carve a shape into the wet sand
I said to the lady “Miss, what you doing?”
“I’m calling a loa” she answered while moving
She writhed in the moonlight
And chanted some words
And into the shape
She threw feathers from birds
I asked her why she
Would call on this thing
She said she could hear the
Night voices sing
The wind on the water
The wind in the trees
The caw of the crow
And the knock of my knees
And it would be selfish
She explained to me
To not celebrate
The music with a party
She pointed ‘cross the water
To Woodlawn Cemetery
And said she was raisin’ the dead
For a zombie jamboree.
Jump through the fire
And twice ‘round the stones
Hear the night wind
Playing on the xylabones
She held out her hand
And said “Come dance with me
And the living dead at
The Zombie Jamboree.”
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