THE FIRE-DANCE
THE FIRE-DANCE
The fire-dance dwelled in electric drums
where ecstasy fell soft fathoms to clap
and bells let peace form in blue notes
and peered at deer in the wood and ate of it
and wet let excellence sound out its criticism
and dawn let sting its unsheathed sting
and chloroform in the heart let see
if only Game Over was seen in nights.
