Gravedancers’ Ball

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.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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