Dedication Anew, to the Pilobolus crew
Undulating to an inner rythem
The soles of her feet bleeding and tattered
Never once off beat, no movement schism.
Twirling and drops, all new levels she found
Jeté off the floor, with a mighty leap
Cascading in the air; swirling around
Then crumble to the ground, sprawling heap.
But, if the knees gave way and the bones creak
If the supple muscles give to decay
If the energy wanes leaving her weak
What happens to her if dance goes away?
She must dance to the end, freely flowing
The movements leave her breathless and glowing