Rattle and Rise (Wasteland Dry Bones)

Surrealist poem template totally using the Bible. Oh yeah. 

The wastes are empty
the bones are dry
the ground cries out
thirsty
they lay where they have fallen
hungry for life
dry bones, dry bones
a dead army

But where is the life
the muscle, the breath
the waking terror
the sinew and sound
waiting
waiting
for a drop of rain

The clouds gather
like despairing friends
gossiping, dooming
the army that's dead
And the rain falls down like
arrows

For you see bones
but I see an army
a generation of old
rising up anew
hungry, yes
thirsty no more
the rain is falling
again

The bones are fleshed out
the sinews are roped
a whole body formed
out of dust and rain
they stand and approach
they glare at the sky
nothing to defy
nothing to defy

For you see bones
but I see an army
hungry and ready
for the battle cry
each one a rattle
a sound to combine
into a war cry
a horn blows again

Rise up! Rise up!
raise the banner
the bones are here
the army is awake
and thriving
once more
for the rain has fallen
the dust has stirred
and hope is renewed
once more

For you see bones
but I see an army
rising to the sound
of the drums
of war.


--MovingGirl