Saturday, October 10, 2015

poem || Lawrence Upton

Dance (# 1)

for voice and a dancer(s)

[The speaker need not be visible to the audience.
The assumption is that the dancer(s) responds to the utterance.
There is no rush. The dance will greatly outlast the utterance.]

completely wedged before and behind
for ever on the move in leisurely search

a formless and frantic methodology
absorbing in its flurry, surging

a narrative of being struck by the same hand thrice
mouths fitted with heavy doors of iron

a clashing in an insufferable anguish
nameless invisible domineerings

a bell struck by lightning to silence
spine severed as a vain thing

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