To dance to time backwards,
with neither flesh nor bone
in step to the last syllable:
a first bar to put an end
to race, wars and religion.
The sort of party
-all completely good natured –
levelling up things.
Would that be so bad ?
Held by the light of moon:
as out of the crypt we crept mad
with nobody watching except our friends,
everyone dancing a shade unclad.
Any description will do – even resurrection –
Here at Gravesend.