There, 15 000
dancing underground scarves
around heads waists veils
crumpled at their feet dancing
a little twisting thing articulated
wrists hips big from
childbirth they're dancing
to drums old calloused hands
on drums dancing to the old
music
kept
for themselves no men no
sex dancing waiting noticing
how stone
slaps
inward with each
blast from
outside.
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