Raping Dancers

A smile is knowing The dark crease of a well-arched spine The dewy white lotus petals The sad title of concubine The blue glass so plainly beautiful With its cold smooth sides A blown vase that sits precious Atop a dead deer's stretched hide The hallowed slope of a portruding illiac And the decadent crust of a sweet fruit pie On a black vinyl stage floor In a room filled with echoing cries The reverberance loud and hollow With ears ringing opened wide The bends of her young tendons In her ropey pale limbs They flex and harshly twitch How a scared and hooked fish swims The cyclic orbits of planets and lifetimes A ballerina's pirouette spins Now the tarlatan and muslin gets torn to shreds And the blinding stage lights quickly dim The wet heat of a hungry tongue Slaps upon her sweating skin The audience simply does nothing Just like the tall plant stalks of the green motel Or the muddy vines in swamps in Rwanda Or white wallpaper in the locked rooms of certain hells The diseases that squirm in tainted waters Of Liberia's fecal wells The missing limbs of wartime amputees Reflected in the golden glint of spent brass shells Amidst the screams of NO STOP NO It yells the words GO GOD GO Through the grinning lips of the manifest destiny And the arms of Khmer Rouge's killings Its legs are formed from the many faces of lynch mobs Its hands are hewn of American prison facilities and county jails It's dripping deadly doses of fentanyl in local heroin shipments And raping dancers

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