Pas de Deux
We make these practiced poses
and take the ritual steps
beneath the gaze of spectators who’ve come
to be amused and aroused,
entertained by the spilling of blood
(whether yours or mine – they don’t care).
and take the ritual steps
beneath the gaze of spectators who’ve come
to be amused and aroused,
entertained by the spilling of blood
(whether yours or mine – they don’t care).
And so we dance: Step step flourish,
step turn, step turn, flourish.
step turn, step turn, flourish.
I will hold as you charge.
I will thrust as you pass,
and I will weep as the crowd
throws their affection
or
I will flinch as you approach
and be bone crushed into bloodied sand
beneath your crashing hooves and
eviscerated by your gory horns.
Either way, the dance
will end step turn
flourish with death.
I will thrust as you pass,
and I will weep as the crowd
throws their affection
or
I will flinch as you approach
and be bone crushed into bloodied sand
beneath your crashing hooves and
eviscerated by your gory horns.
Either way, the dance
will end step turn
flourish with death.
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