The Walker

What is this noise, I hear in my head
A clickety clack, a very strange thwack
It must be the bloody neighbor, I get out of bed
My eyes disbelieving, I am taken aback

Ghastly, cruelly, contorted legs
Eyes full of rage, a cane of hate
What life occurred, my mind begs
Perpetuating this poor soul’s fate

Scurrying away, grotesque form intact
A moment in time, now out of sight
Children frolic within a friend’s pact
Unaware of this being’s plight

I can not resolve the vision imprinted
The pained face, expression twisted
Who was this person, my mind had glinted

A clickety clack, a very strange thwack

Enquiries discrete are nearly complete
I do not tolerate the unresolved
And so unfolds a story replete
The mystery of the walker solved

Human passions, obsessions, ambitions
Oft break the camel’s back
To fly, to leap, to gravity defeat
Here was the dancer, Jack

Elegant, lithe, strong and fleet
No boundaries could he know
Alas alas, fate we must meet
Father time will forever flow

Heart and spirit so utterly broken
For dance was all Jack knew
His countenance descries
a very small token
Oh how the dancer flew

Every once in a while, with senses aware
I see this creature abstract
I can not describe emotions imbibed
The feelings that enact

For once there was
The Dancer Jack,

A clickety clack, a clickety clack

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aging, dance, emotion and poetry