In the Village
THE NATIVES IN THE VILLAGE DANCE
IN A TRANCE
DIFFERENT AGES
HEIGHTS
AND SEXES
BRIGHT COLORS AND EARTH COLORS
BLACK AND BROWN COLORS,
PEOPLE AND SPACES
CHANGE PLACES
UNTIL
THEY BECOME
ONE LARGE COLOR
ONE LARGE SOUND
ONE LARGE PLACE
ENERGIES MOVE IN AND OUT
AND SURROUND THE STREETS
AS THE BODIES AND HEARTS
OF THE VILLAGE PEOPLE
IN FANCY DRESSES
CONFORM
TO THE BEAT
OF THE
DRUMS
BELLS
WHISTLES
AND SCREAMS
PUT ON YOUR DANCING FACE
AND FEET
AND YOUR MOVES OF GRACE
WEAR YOUR MASKS
OF THE GODS AND SPIRITS OF MYTH
AND TAKE ON THEIR IDENTITIES
IN YOUR MANORS AND MOVES
LEGS, FEET, HIPS, BREASTS AND ASSES MOVE OUT IN ALL DIRECTIONS
KICKING, SWEEPING AND JERKING TO THE SYNCOPATED RYTHEMS OF THE NIGHT
TILL THE NEXT DAY
AND BACK TO THE ROUTINE OF MISERY
HUNGER AND DISEASE
UNTIL THE NEXT DANCE
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2011
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