The Dancing Men
Time to draw the dances with chalk and crayon.
A child's craft?
Yes, in a way. The Chicago cheater has returned to claim its trophy.
It's alive in Derbyshire with an older heart
Who likes to jubilee his romances with a little American flourish.
The matchstick men begin to mambo murder upon a door or bench and a blackboard as a certain
Satan scrawls his semaphore, sinister sign language with sharp, cold fingers.
A hook for a forefinger fused to the foul-mouthed metal stick which grew instead of fingernails.
The sleuth skilfully shimmies along, guided by the gift God when it heard the guns in the wall of its womb.
He's followed by a doctor who loves women and the misogynist, but most of all the misogynist.
With mournful flutterings,
Lace and silk gowns with stockings,
Corsets and carriages,
And palpitations the prize, not The Woman, pulls a trigger in a red temple
To glorify and salute or simply to memorize her fragile knight,
And she the American heroin
Still fleeing the crooked Chicago cargo and an Abe Slaney leopard.