Old Year’s Dance

I’ve been doing circles.
Among the men and women looking anxious to convey kindness, I have been.
Joy and snobbery in a Class that disappears ,in a Class that commits suicide,in a Class that prevails.
As always.
I’ve been in Kensington watching Europe die.
Years ago, the agony began.
In their meetings and at their dinners, in the air and in the foolish singing; in the glasses of their wines making circles: I have found myself.
They have received me eager to welcome me, they’ll receive others with the same impetus and turns. They are dancers, they laugh and make innocuous jokes.
Be careful, be careful with the bird of spontaneous flight! Says the girl as she jumps hopscotch.
They want to be moving the magic wands, saying the words.
Saviors of the world, cautious in their neighborhoods
Let’s party, let’s go party for humanity!
Lock the windows and let’s have parties!
While one turn and the other jumps, all together.
They need to create turbulence, I’ve been at their party. They need to leave a better world and yet they ought to civilize it and give their lights in their ponds.
Everybody Jump from lotus to lotus, with the trumpet as cheesy angels
Everyone must be the same, and that’s why they create the rings.
The circles, the waves, the eddies and the axis.
There they are.
Smiling people applaud all revolutions,
We’re going to die! They say.
Solidarity will be our legacy!
They repeat the word solidarity.
Then,
they sit on mahogany chairs and cross their legs, they ensure perfect solidarity.
Tight legs solidarity.
Swirls and circles,
where they beat their palms.
They applaud and show confidence in the future.
The circle of the good ones is closed.
The party begins.