people who walk with their arms straight down
stiff, not swinging, or winging the wind 
out’th’way
they’re worrying
me
‘bout you, ‘bout them
and I wonder if perhaps they should dance
drums, cas-ta-nets, pirouettes
clank them chains
IMAGINE! being so tight on the rope that they pull their chins in, I’s down, listening’ in fear IMAGINE! if we were all just to dance…
Would they dance with only their feet?
And would they be the ones who, oh,
got all the work done?
It must be a piece by
piece full
hell.
