Monday, September 3, 2012

1, 2, 3


Somewhere a piano chimed sweetly.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…

A man danced on stage, perfectly in-time with the piano.  He was exquisitely dressed, as was his partner; a corpse he led with aqueous grace despite the dead weight.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…

The spotlight cut out and drowned the stage in darkness.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…

The spotlight flared to life.  The dancer lay on his back, staked to the stage with a metal pipe.  The corpse held the pipe in both hands, posed, hips straddling hips, back arched, head titled upward, face dotted with blood.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…