Corn Exchange
Flung into wild-eyed tiger confusion,
Dazed with nostrils flared,
Hair a dripping young saints,
Gasp for breath.
Lost in the noise and the flash,
Suffering volcano heat-spitting exhaustion,
We desperate frail waifs,
Dance to a pneumatic beat.
Dance, like savage beast,
Dance, in furnace heat,
Dance, in peace and pain,
Dance, till freedom came.
Then afterwards,
The beautiful pale melancholy,
Soaked T-shirt on freezing night air,
Dejected-rejected can-kicking kids,
Wandering the hall,
Reluctant to leave.
