POEM: The Danse Macabre

See the dead on celluloid
    Dancing for a coin
Down the shadows come,
Hush the rhythm-drum
        And spirits join.

 

See the dead on celluoid
    Beauty’s ashen grace
Heavy footfalls crush,
Upwards phantoms rush
        And zephyrs chase.

 

See the dead on celluloid
    Turn and take a bow
Shrouded figures eight,
Polished bones of fate
        And bitter vow.

 

See the dead on celluloid
    Lifeless as can be
Dancers tall and gaunt
Ever visions haunt
        And so shall we.

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