THE DANCE By Strider Marcus Jones

pull the roof off

knock the walls down

touch the forest

climb those mountains

and smell the sea

again.

 

watch how life

decomposes

in death

going back to land

to reform and be reborn

as something and someone else.

 

there's no great secret to it all.

no need to overthink it through

 

food and shelter

fire and shamens

clothes and coupling

used to be enough

with musicians

artists

and poets

interpreting the dance.

 

then warriors with armies

religions with god

and minds buying and selling

stole the landscape

and changed time.

 

smash the windows

break down the doors

melt the keys

rub evil words from their spells

and puncture the lungs of their wheels

 

before they kidnap you from bed

call you dissident

hold you without charge

wheel you out on a stretcher

from waterboard torture

for years 

without trial

in Guantanamo Bay.

 

they are selling

the sanctuary

we made

with our numbers

bringing back chains

making some of us slaves

outside the dance

in the five coloured rings

making winners

and losers

holding flags and flames.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford,

England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of

Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of

The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

  

His poetry has been published in numerous publications including: The Huffington

Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary

Magazine;The Lampeter Review and Dissident Voice.