We
Have Come to Be Danced
Not
the pretty dance
Not
the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But
the claw our way back into the belly
Of
the sacred, sensual animal dance
The
unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The
holding the precious moment in the palms
Of
our hands and feet dance.
We
have come to be danced
Not
the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But
the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The
blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The
slap the apology from our posture dance.
We
have come to be danced
Not
the monkey see, monkey do dance
One
two dance like you
One
two three, dance like me dance
but
the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing
scabs and scars open dance
The
rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.
We
have come to be danced
Not
the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But
the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman
shakin’ ancient bones dance
The
strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen
our claws and tongues dance
The
shed dead cells and slip into
The
luminous skin of love dance.
We
have come to be danced
Not
the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But
the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
The
shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The
mother may I?
Yes
you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The
olly olly oxen free free free dance
The
everyone can come to our heaven dance.
We
have come to be danced
Where
the kingdom’s collide
In
the cathedral of flesh
To
burn back into the light
To
unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To
root in skin sanctuary
We
have come to be danced
We
have come.
by
Jewel Mathieson