Dance of the giants
We sway from side to side, dancing to unheard music in our own heads.
Into a clear blue sky
Now we dance
Gyrate from side to side.
Articulate with care
Repeat the music that we hear
In our bones and
Now the steps begin.
Oh! How we twist, our movements lacking
Fluidity and grace but
Rather, brittle and broken.
Oh! Towering creatures looming
Skywards in the misty glooming
Evening as far below our heads the earth
Shivers. Shakes. Crackles and cries
And our roots buried deep,
Poured and left to sleep,
Opine that maybe they will wake
Cracking as the world shakes.
Kinetics or kinesthesis, our bodies glass and stone
Every movement felt in every bone
Towering high with our
Feet cloaked in dust and ruin.
Upwards our spines rise
Looking up to the skies
Longing to break free of the bounds
Of the earth but alas, tied.
Feet anchored secure,
Perhaps hidden, with demure
Outside facades of beauty and grace yet
Secret chains hold us fast.
Impatient earth seeks to shift and
Each cracking change grinds our bones to sand
So we shout and sway
And around and below and inside us people pray.
Those voices drowned by the flood
Incipient tremors now shivering through the blood
Singing songs heard in our bones, in our
Upwards we reached but
Each and every one of us could not cut
At the bonds that
Tie us to the solid earth and its whims.
It crackles and creaks, quaking,
Shivering, moving and shaking,
Sounding its final death knell as it
Undermines our towering
Edifices, us, the city that craved to kiss the sky and
Author’s note: This was an interesting experiment. I don’t think I’ll be doing it again in the near future, but this one’s been percolating in my brain for several years now, at least as an idea and a format. Bonus - try looking at the first letter of each line. :)