They Danced Waltz Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

They danced Waltz

Of metal was spoon
I leaked off all the food
The remains in kitchen
Meant nothing but smell.

They came, did celebrate
Large groups' pilgrimage
Ritual of the poor, but insects
Finding an oracle; discovered!

Saw them dance Waltz, Cha-cha!

Harmless were, and they are
Our killing of poor things, brutal…

What are they?
What we are?

Leave something, anything,
Next time and become mouse
Motionless, be still inside wall
Or relax, thinking of ‘Inception',
The movie; confused in its time.

Observe them and write a critique!

You too can become a second me
Sort of soft and partly crazy! ! !

As a team we will shout:
'Come close; it's lovely! '