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They told of a dance
Down by wells in the land of Odek, the women told of a dance
Heads swinging.  Asses swaying. Legs tapping
They say it was a rear night dance
A cold black silent night
That was the night as was before the dance

Then the dance drums were sounded
Missiles pounding. Guns yapping. Bombs booming.
And that was when the dancers appeared
From far and wide. The small and wide. The shy and pride
They came as childs and came as grown ups
And so they say, that the dance then started

The said the campfire was cold and dead
But the night was bright as any of a dance
Grenades igniting. Huts blazing. Bullets flaring
And the excited voices of dancers could be heard
Children crying. Women screaming. Elders sobbing.
So they say it was a dance for all
All sweating different shades of crimson

By first light, the dance was over  but the ground still evident
Dogs scavenging. The wind moaning. The army inspecting
For it had been a dance like none before
Matches were not made but such were broken
Hearts bleeding. Eyes welling. The gods sleeping

Am not sure if I understood them
But they spoke of a dance

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