I Am The Lord Of The Dance Said He, And Fell Poem by fred carter

Feeling like
You’re on top
Of the world
When legs
That held you
So steadily
A moment ago
Aren’t there
Hacked
From underneath
Your carcass
Of a torso,
The rhythm
That you seemed
To own
A moment ago
Is on top of you,
Other legs kick
Battering
Your chest
And those lungs
Those lungs
That seemed
So full of air
And energy,
Have it kicked
Right out of them,
And the dance
That you seemed
To own
A moment ago
Has overtaken you