I want to believe they just died dancing
loving their bodies, expressing joy and pride
and the freedom of being
I do not want to think them running for the door
I do not want to think them clutching in fear
I do not want to hear the cries
But I do hear them! I hear them crying and dancing
I hear us all crying and dancing
I read of human shields and love after death
of aftermath - after math, after the counting
of the names the fallen dancers
Lovers, unite and get up to dance with them!
every club night, each rehearsal or
spontaneous moment of embodied madness and glory
I live dancing for everyone who cannot dance
because they do not live
because they have too much hate
because they have been shamed
because they think it doesn't matter.
It matters to us all whether we know or no,t whether we dance or not.