The Last Great Magician waves his final sparkler
Seven times seven times into the grave
Neath cracks of sheet lightning, the red sky rolls

Forever,
The family and followers all gather around
Calm down your troubles, lay down with me

Mulukuwausi, good witch of the sea
The dead man's last party, loud stories and ceremony
They dance on his embers, they drink to his soul


It's delightful, disgraceful, exhibition of reverence
Seven times seven times into the grave

His feet soft and dusty, fine spasms of dancing,
By the wide man with red eyes, teeth crooked as match
Sticks

And he mightn't look much but he's as wise as the lizard,
The owl and the fire