dancer

we are watching
the dancer
spread her arms music body
forward into space
beyond the light
robot armies
push through gutted streets
fire into straw villages
empires
of death's heads
reflection in
poisoned molten rain
circuits connected
set at
command
waiting
the dancer
arms clasped with her companion
rolls herself slowly across his back
slender shoulders linked through
steel-plated insects
bullets coming
from their eyes
there is no
Official Violence
lies in
a conspiracy to kill
the dancer
slowly raising her head
beautiful throat
held curved
taut
against
air

Hugh Hazelton

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