draw the curtain
- quickly now, the lights
they are already f a d ing

oh! lone ballerina

tattered silken skirts&taffeta –
worn leather shoes.
no one claps for you;
no, no ovation.
you dance, pirouette
to a soundless orchestra;

I do not know you.

face pale, lily white
fingers curl – graceful
or grotesque?
you decide.

eyes hidden, left in shadow.
why not your eyes?
the windows, the soul;
she has none.

draw the curtain!
enough, no more.
your eerie elegance
decadent.
goodbye, ballerina.
you dance still,
as lights grow dim
you dance
you twitch and falter.
- fall -
les finales.