Last Dance/Tea Dance

The wind plucks the strings

of the fragile webbed harp,

and the silent song

begins

the thing cocooned

in the centre

does a frantic rock and roll.

 

The band plays a tune

In nostalgic rhythm

As the blue-rinse

Eye-black widows

Advance.

Unaware, the male

takes his partner

for the last waltz

 

 
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