BALL ROOM LIES
Amazed at how long we dance
Moving this way and that then jumping and skipping about
We ignore the decaying cats on the glassy marble floors
And we glide and shift with our gazelle-like elegance.
We continue to dance even when the wiggling maggots get on our shoes
or are squashed beneath our feet and threaten to make us fall
Our dead cats , the dried blood on the floor, the stench doesn’t affect us.
Oh how we dance
Heads up, chins up, backs arched, hand in hand
Beads and necklaces of sweats coats our skins and fall to the ground breaking,
and crushing bones and intestines
The music bumps on faster, faster, faster, faster
Jumping, skipping, twirling, shaking, hand in hand. We dance
We are accomplished dancers; You and I
Except for the umpteenth time, we fall.
The Odd Son 