The Lifeline

Six arms,
waving,
slapping slowly at the silver,
Poles, standing around stones in the mud filled cemetary,
Purple, red, orange colors sweep at the sky in the hot hazy summer morning,
I tell you hush, grab my hand and trust me,
You and I claw at the music,
whistles,
Just dont fall down the devils well,
The flags still flapping in the air like feathers,
Just behind the cemetary rabbit tracks tell you to grab ahold of the lifeline.