Poem by DUW Robinson

A sea of naked bodies
Happily dancing on broken spikes and needles
Aloud and aloud they sing
Come join us in this merrying.

Blood and sweat flow a-dripping
Tears and stripes in perfect harmony
The night comes and soon these mortals will be fleeing
But still they gyrate in this masochistic feeling.

Running bare, of their own wishes
Still, more flock into this sorrowful gathering
The moon is now a sliver of its graceful entity
The sun has closed her eyes, hidden.

Spirits await the nightfall, ready
When all mortals shall be sleeping
The drums are dying
The feet are weakening.

The blood is still flowing
And the foolish dancing is stopping
Night falls and I watch them, wondering
All man's years end up in nothing, in vanity.

[We come, we dance, we go]
Being slaves to a greater entity
O what pitiful travesty
[If only we had not been born]
[Then we won't have to dance to this wailful song]
This song of life.

TIM