Thursday, July 31, 2014

Epitaph

by Kat Comer

Welcome to the midnight circus
Kansas City hip
Backstreet rhythms jam
          like wild birds
Dancers swoop and flame
in daring spins
Women in black with chalky faces
purring and bizarre
float by in a dream
The understated
the low vibration.

Like the skeletons
hanging from the ceiling
No one need be seen
on Halloween.