We swirl around, around
hands on waist, unwound
cliff-clinging close, closer
to the precipice, we dare
the drop, the hungry sea
below, the risk to drown;
losing the tomorrow for today
we dance, obtuse, delighted
in a doomsday disregard,
we dance on carcasses
on flesh and bone
we dance for death, for us
for nothing but our self-
contentment, joy
& rapture
we dance for draught
we dance
for naught
we dance us drunk,
silly
from the greed to own
to crown ourselves
to fill the world,
to be
baptised,
blessed by drums
for books aflame.
we dance for war,
for the last of days
we dance while
… waiting …
… wailing …
… waning …
for apocalypse
to at last, at least
save us from
… ourselves.

Today Mish asks us to write poetry inspired by dance at dVerse. I could not avoid to write one on the theme of an apocalypse of our own creation.
January 30, 2024
“we dance us drunk,
silly
from the greed to own
to crown ourselves
to fill the world,
to be
baptised,
blessed by drums
for books aflame.”
That part really got me.
Thank you… I wanted the verse to slowly disintegrate…
An apocalyptic dance indeed, a frenzy of all that makes us at once less than human and all too human– I love the way you ended it, in breathless relief almost, of human self-extinction.
Alas… I think we are sometimes to focused on the dance of today…
Wow! An incredible flow that pulls you in with the rhythm and enjambment. I love that you took “dance” and went dark. This is amazing as it burns itself up. Timely and true.
Alas I feel that we are locked in a death dance at the moment…
I agree.
that packs a punch words and image together.
Thank you
Gloomy, but great, also love the image, very good match!
I used the title of the poem to prompt AI to create my poem
Very striking write, Bjorn, I like that you show us a perspective of dancing that we often do not think about. The poem , combined with the picture, made me think of the Dancing plague of 1518.
I did not know about that, but dancing at the edge of disaster is one that etched itself in my memory.
Quite an ominous choreography.
Much♡love
Indeed it is… and I feel that it is what’s happening now.
A great write on you doomsday poem. The picture is awesome. I especially thought this really summed it all up:
losing the tomorrow for today
we dance, obtuse, delighted
in a doomsday disregard,
It is like that when I think too much and see what is happening all around.
Yes I agree. I choose to be the ostrich most of the time, with my head in the sand!!
me too… alas
Losing tomorrow for today…yep! It is a precarious dance that we’ve been dancing for half a century (so I read today…fossil fuel industry being well aware since 1950’s about how their activities will eventually impact the climate and humanity). A very important poem.
Exactly… we are doing it perhaps even i a wish for the doomsday to come.
Love how you choreographed this dance to the doomsday and that ending…too good!
We are witnessing a macabre dance of our own making.
We do… and I think most of us know it… but it always has to be solved by someone else.
Yes. We lack the courage to be that someone.
That’s some wild dance of the apocalypse, Björn, which started a long time ago and seems to be nearing its climax. I love the rhythm and movement created by the line lengths, and the horror of some of the lines, for example:
‘we dance on carcasses
on flesh and bone’
and the selfish, devil-may-care attitude in the lines:
‘we dance for death, for us
for nothing but our self-
contentment, joy
& rapture’
and
‘we dance us drunk,
silly
from the greed to own
to crown ourselves’.
Thank you… I tried to work on the rhythm and with a gradual disentragration in the end to deliver my message… I am glad it worked.
The frenzy of your words is a perfect reflection of humanity. (K)
Alas— and it is a true death dance
It does feel like we’re dancing in doomsday disregard.
Indeed— carelessly and knowingly
I feel the momentum of the dance building. We dance ‘to crown ourselves’….so evocative. Thanks Bjorn.
Too much about self… yes
So powerful….for me especially that third stanza!
Thank you… I wanted it to be said in a strong voice
.Unwound, cliff-clinging close’ and so it began. The rhythm, diminishing as it flowed, until it came to its powerful end. An epic work of art Bjorn. Epic. No way can it be forgotten, dismissed. Thank you for leaving a comment on “Last Dance” .. Gordon was a force of nature, with a voice strong as your poem.
Thank you so much… I wrote it from the dark bottom of myself.
it is the story of a desperate dance you weave.
A metaphor for love and life and the risk of everything – “We dare the drop”
losing tomorrow for today.. sometimes we dance that way indeed.. darkly powerful