Dead Piano

In a field stands a broken piano
And the bonfire ate the mattress
Spring broken yellow teeth on a clothesline
Like when my mother's bones popped out of her spine

A little boy stood by a tree
Made a noise like a short stream swish
Turned around and looked at the piano
He pulled off the black keys and I took the ivory

Now brass candlesticks all askew
And the bonfire chewed on someone's old shoes
There weren't any stars over the flames
And the piano was rotten and couldn't play tunes