#150 - here come the dancers

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here come the dancers

mourning poem/general eulogy

you want to be with them again

just for a while

who were first in the conversation

and gave the word to start

how like unlike the ancestors are

a little further back unknown

few go to guess

climb down the tree

it’s autumn ends deciduous

how far will we fall?

forget that…

here come the dancers

ballroom pink gin capstans green

a whirl and weekend joy

hunting scenes to deck the walls

consider miscarried sibling before me

and synchromesh, formica

nice work if you can get it

lower gears for steeper hills

we will never hear their voices

it’s godlurk in the premises

beards of cloud, skies thunder

you want to pick over the bones

and they can take a joke

sing along with the bouncing ball

over a bridge to have been

you want to ask how it was for them

pretty well all too much information

grandfather was a gambler, and girlfriends!

who can count?

the other one had poxy mates

another family altogether

each of them in his own way, hero

not much more is known

all long suffering the women

hospital ends

before that I have misimagined

tribes of swept plain

go on still ahead of myself

too far and further

who were those people in the dream

where I have been before?

reed rafts, raids

full blown invasions

what did they do with their toenails?

how did they wipe their bums?

molten throne, priest toppler

the queen run round – loose chook

head severed in her hands

and that’s our precious spelling

which end of the pogrom were you?

then there is a holy land

and someone expelled for fruit salad breakfast

blame the Romans otherwise

you wouldn’t credit this mob

no seeing them

but keep a museum of things they once lost

they filled the day with hours somehow

all that they built was to blow away

as nameless as faceless as solid as fact

who were they really?

you tell me

everyone wants to know his her own story

so much they did for our own good

and you’ll thank them one day

they for instance invented this notation

particle physics, elaborate rhymes

every idea you’ll never live up to

except for that one Carmelite

the mind’s eye always has them dancing

upright of course come-to-the-fact horizontal

never a prayer that I might be

takes me back to a single cell

and make a dash to the finishing line

wasn’t even the start…

so many different stories!

never know who to believe

rumours are running around us – wild

and in our young filthy minds

imagine a great big bang