Chris Yellow
Tonight we dance
She raised her glass
to a space of fragrance
gifts of perfumers and chefs
bees for our banquet.
\"Tonight we dance.\"
Her glass rose
and so did theirs.
\"Outside this stained window
lose specs forced to shake
water flushed from the sky
as if migration made it light.
Zeus and Thor collude
against our dinner feast
abhorred by its stature
green isn\'t color that fits.
Nevertheless,
tonight we dance.\"
And her glass rose again
with them cheering it.
\"Youth flee their lessons
burdened with pesky
and serious concerns
long past their tender.
For what of their guardian,
exhausted will she manage?
the pilling of warnings?
of crossroad endings?
Regardless,
tonight We dance.\"
And her glass rose again,
they\'re lost at her turn.
\"Broken close their eyes
to their fate and its price
they planned for luck solely
but got struck instead.
Their doctors prescribed
but held was their fund
for useless is the mallet
to the insurance wallet.
Anyway,
tonight WE dance.\"
And her glass rose again
but gone was their wit.
\"Looking-in hands implore,
forsaken howl at our spoils
like wolfs without a den
or a pack to take them in.
They\'ll surrender to the rain
and recoil to any found dent
of this majestic construction
to remind\'em where they stand.
All the more reason,
TONIGHT WE DANCE!
Because we can!\"
And she gulps the wine.
Slowly the stunned room,
in its palpable gloom,
was silently emptied.
The extravagants gone.
\"Good, only I remain,
let it linger just the same
in their spoiled brains.
For we alone hold the chains.\"