Moonlight
clearing
skeletons dance
around
the fire
Cloud of dust
trails
wraithen cowboys
Restless skeleton
emerges every twilight
to look
at the stars
In the haze
of back streets
skeleton idly
strums a
guitar
Ashen hands
tracing letters
on tombstone
Lightening bolt
skeletal fingers
ruffle rose
petals
Ragged headdress
adorns
wizened skull
Wraith bone gardener
tends to
drooping blue bells
Cobbles rattle
skeleton returns
home for
the night
Wandering the
graveyard
awakening
friends
Bloodless bodies
hugging
pallid clouds drift
~~~
One of these poems is for Jerry Garcia. Miss you Jerry.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
I like the contrast of what we assume to be qualities of the undead, stark structural reminder of the seemingly lost humanity after death contrasted with the human nature of friendship and kindness. Moments that are soft and gentle are still possible without the soft human parts, proving that it has nothing to do with the material. Well, that’s what I took away.
Thanks to years of being a Grateful Dead fan and copious viewings of Ray Harryhausen films I have this odd way of seeing skeletons as living things rather than dead things. Its probably also a hold over from when I read zen buddhism books and the whole idea of death/no death.
So I do enjoy placing skeletons in situations were they are living/appear as living. In fact its becoming a recurring theme for me.