Dancers move in minutia
mocking the audiences limbs
Little man bangs his head
against a bell
at random
the sound echoes
through the staid museum
In a large room
marionettes do a mechanical
danse macabre
their tiny metal feet
tapping rhythmically on
the wooden floor
We are left
sitting in the corner
wondering why this is all
so mesmerizing
(D. James)
disposable poetry 