Unattested Exhibition

what happens when the dancers are anonymous /

when their faces are just faces

/ and all that’s left is the dance

empty shells of bodies / executing movements / none

of it is real / it doesn’t matter really

and you watch them

on a black scarred stage / under bright staring lights and

the eyes / of the strangers who just came to see a show

and they see a showing / not a sharing

their names don’t matter

point your feet / not your fingers

and all those spotlights are just spots

with light / no one cares about

your movement / they’re looking at them

because everything else is in darkness / your

shadow / your darkness in

shadow / you’re late / don’t be

early / you better be better / or the next

go-getter will be getting / you’ll be

going / go back / back up

if you turn around / or the stage

turns around / or the audience decides

to move to hear / the sound then you’re

going forward more / than before was moving

forward / and you’re always turning / always learning

which way is front and / background doesn’t matter /

matter doesn’t matter / in a place of art

stand by your place card / sheet stand

the eyes / the lights / the ears

all they taste is the moving executions

of foreign commands / demands things not

possible / impossible to translate

/ the language of our names / unspeakable /

all that / is left is / the dance