Fear of death

Now we rattle a few bones.
Bones are inward laughter,

The ghostly bones from fear
As they danced from death.

It is how we rattled poems.
Poems rattled in our bones

We are at the age of terror.
With a fear lurking in liver

When rattle of fear sounds
Much like bone of laughter.

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