entangled

the dance
we are all participants
holding the throat of another
before the discard
blood drawn with our own two hands
lingering under my nails and yours
our bodies move
from one to another
where we lay in the sweet
entanglement
breathing the air of discontent
you walk away
or I do
to the search
violent inquiry, exploration
of another
starting over with the remnants
shattered hope found in being left or leaving
we enter in, prepared for the great
conquest, migration, and settlement
nomads in the land we come from
it begins with eyes and hair and elbows,
entangled, grasping, strangling, death
it is the dance- we are dancing.