Party ‘till The Death Of Night Poem by Maor Lain

In the year round sordid place
One day sees the marigolds pave
The way towards the souls
Or souls into the way of the undead.
Ancestors and the alive alike
Are dancing in no remorse
Celebrations all around
As they are closer to union
Than any time before.
They’ve paid respects
To them as they will
Show them soon the way.
But today, they are drinking,
Eating, laughing and more
Doing as used to be
Living life with
The now dead once more.
Sons see their fathers
A bit lighter now.
Fathers see their sons
As they look a little older
Than the last time.
Swept by the music all
Around until the sun
Warns as it’s about to come
Like the authority of the town.
Food and drinks remain
But the sounds and lyrics
All go down with them
As they return again
Through the marigold way
Into their homes
Until next year comes along.