Response To The Rumor That You Danced With Death Last Night Poem by Warren Falcon
Response To The Rumor That You Danced With Death Last Night
for Majestic, the Monday King
'Punished flesh leans into ground.' - N. Nightingale
I am the dancer and the dance' - Sufi mystic
Relieved that
your encounter
with Death was/is
Dance
Death drapes
us as a body,
insists we
dance and
in the dancing
is undone,
for once
dance is
is never
undone
but spins
spins as
galaxies
do in their
unweary lightyears
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