Dance

The eyes of these dancers -
queerly askew of the order
of rhythm the rest of the body obeys -
uncoiling
averse to the limbs’ lightest cue

Toward the coincident audience
the others
the contrary eyes also followers
of imitation’s most static law
dilated

Though turning
each fixed on another still black circle
just as empty

About which
this ornate facsimile of life
gestures and spins
unseen