Army of skeletons

I'm completely lost in the abyss,
all I can see are heads
turning three-sixty degrees
and joints moving in a rather
synchronised, perfect manner -
jolting to one side, then the other.

As I stick my left joint up,
they stick their right
and it seems I will never be able,
never be able to follow this
imposing army of bony skeletons.

I try to march in their rhythm,
moving my skull just right -
sixty degrees anti-clockwise,
then three-sixty degrees clockwise...
making sure I walk parallel
to those that stand next to me, tall.

Trapped, all I can do is pretend
that I know what I'm doing.
As I march in the scorching desert,
a poor and stupid skeleton
trying to move in the same beat.

My fate is inevitable though -
I'm not fit to join this army
and it is only a matter of time
before I fall into the fine desert sand..
my soul will fly into the dry air
and my skeleton will lay there,
alone and helpless.