Soft moans and ligaments torment,
Entrails thumbed with too much pressure,
we hope that these animals are only dancing.
Long ropes remember time—
rise and set like constellations,
the earth rotates, the sky revolves.
Beneath the stars it’s easy to revert to origins
Separated enough to avoid conviction but close enough
to recognize the coldness of rape
to take in a cumulative breath
And hope that these animals are only dancing.
Caging the monster
releasing the genius
bodies fitting together
and shadows dancing;
In this kingdom
sometimes it’s easier to concentrate
on the magnified outlines
because consciousness has paved a pathway
to let us believe that these animals are only dancing.
After seeing the Super Nature performance from the Body Cartography Project I was enticed by the idea of responding to the very controversial and anvant-garde performance.
Thanks for reading, for more information about the Body Cartography project check out http://www.bodycartography.org/ .