Two Dancers Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Two dancers were there to show
How do you mark out the best?
Their dancing steps were languages
They were what the world don't understand
The crow had perched on the rope
And the rope was good at dancing,
the crow herself would not bow down.
One's heart panicking, while the other held strong
Time got slow, the world too blurring,
In this moment, they were free.



Lost in music, lost in each other.
And When the final note faded;
they stood together, shadows cast—
they bowed low, noise mingling,
and all the crowd stood up;
Not just for their dance,
but for the bonds and the flights
i observe two deaths— i feel happy and sad
Sadly this generation will never read good poems
Neither will they know good musics.