Short Poems for Short Films: Dance
Sara Popa responds to Vaudeville, an entry from the Cambridge Shorts Festival
Dance
(in response to Vaudeville)
You tell me to dance
to songs I do not know;
to hollow sound.
But the dead
don’t dance,
and we’re a thousand feet
below ground.
You tell me to dance
when I can barely breathe,
drowning in the smoke
of my last cigarette.
But you,
you wear your smile on your sleeve.
Never alive,
you’ll never know what it means to die,
and my hell is your Neverland;
my nightmare, your hazy dream.
You never ask why
we are buried alive
or left to miss
what we’ll never
remember.
The only light we’re left
is an ember
of what we used to know.
You tell me to dance,
when I am nothing but shadow.
You, in your boyish trance,
will never know,
lost in laughter,
how yesterday, they took our dreams,
and tomorrow, they’ll take our water.
You dance away
from truth I can’t forget;
from which I cannot run.
But there is sunlight in your step,
though we’ve lived 10 years without the sun.
Sara Popa
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