--fungus roasting--

Stars lifting from dark brine, remind 
the over told tales 
monsters loving song, 
dance the pipe players 
silently 
fungus roasting on fire of bone 
all in a afternoon 
deep below the ground.

Wafts of greasy grey smokes 
filled with faces 
rising against the gentle breeze, 
human and other send shivers down the spine. 
Flashlight flicker cold fills the air, 
seeking openings in cloths 
freeze the skin exposed. 
Eyes weeping water 
turns 
solid on cheeks pale blue.