There are Strange Things in our Bed

Why are there stones in our bed, fellow?
Do you need to weight your dreams?

Why are there bones beneath our mattress?
The ancestors rattle and clack, rattle and clack.

Why is there is a necklace of eyes in your fist
- the one my daughter made you for Father's Day?

Why do the teeth under your pillow talk all night?
What stories they tell! Should I be afraid?

Why are there feathers in our synthetic duvet?
Do they keep you from the night birds' roost?

Will the shells on our headboard ward the gathering crows
that nightly wait for your soul, your seed?