That Necessary Twirling

twirl
in a bog, frighten
a nearby spirit, see it
flee into peat and muck
among long-drowned roots

the dank remainder
of dark ages
holds itself apart
from where you stand
and dissipates

even as you
sneer at the mundane fools
who would prevent you
from mounting such
perimeter guard

when they try to stop you
you cannot speak of it
but with your flashing eyes
attempt to warn them
of the folly of trying

for the twirl
you can offer
is a signal service toward keeping
the worst parts of the bog
at bay