Grave Dance

The earth is hot with rage
and it’s teeming with delights.
We’re hungry out here, and we like to fight.

We like to tangle with lovers,
to twist our legs and arms,
we like to stretch our wet tongues to touch,
like snakes beneath a charm.

We play at order-
we wear masks that say Sane,
say Peace,
say God.

We strip naked at the border and
our bodies say Pain,
say Please,
say God.

And all of this treachery witnessed and grieved and then swiftly forgot,
We dance to the rhythm of entropy,
we flail to throw off the rot.

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