Originally posted 2/26/2011.
Which graves we choose
to tarantelle upon
is less relevant
than realizing we all
have the deep longing
to dance on the grave
of some dead someone
whose movement once
made us hate and rage.
We love to sin that light fantastic.
Can’t sit still — red, blue,
left, right — love that happy dance.
How soft the ground, how haughty
our heels. How good it feels to swing
on top of them; they can’t do a thing
about it.
A beautiful American word,
revenge; it names
a toe dance of righteousness.
Everyone’s tapping. Some on top,
some impatiently waiting
their long delayed turn,
every smoldering one of us
wanting the last dance.
Dark Matter 
November 13th, 2014 at 5:58 pm
a toe dance of righteousness
every smoldering one of us wanting the last dance…………………
perfect……
November 13th, 2014 at 10:15 pm
Again, many thanks.
November 8th, 2014 at 9:58 am
Hey i really liked your post. It’s very aptly put & very nice to read 🙂
You should write more often.
Regards
–
Akriti 🙂
November 8th, 2014 at 11:01 am
Thank you. I do try to post at least once every couple of days, so I’m not sure how much more often I should post…
November 8th, 2014 at 12:02 pm
In that case, i should follow your posts more often 🙂