Silence without the word
we all come together
with gestures of the herd.
Unheard-ofs don’t matter.
When bunching up like this
we certainly save each other.
Stay in tight circles and resist
no other sister and brother.
Is the line dance to oppose
all parties after hours?
Including drunks and hobos
who detest our showy dollars?
Let’s point to more have-nots
and wish them well for awhile.
Till they unfold moldy cots
in the middle of our floor and smile.
Oh what a dance that will be.
Our floor so tight and hairy.
Slipping into Ecstasy
and lapping up the berry.