Putting It Wrong

everything they didn’t know
the sky
had exchanged places
with the earth

faceless dancers
would carry their victims
to be drowned
in kaleidoscopic rivers

they could hear
their drumming
under the glimmering water
in between death spasms
the drumming replaced
their ears

sometimes these dancers
without faces
would flip coins
into the river
and wish
they found solace

you could almost hear
the clink
as the coins
made contact
with musical bones