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Bandits Jig
Standing proudly on your stage,
High above the crowd.
They're cheering just for you,
Or is it jeering?
Your hangman co-performer beside you.
Your only prop around your neck.
Your performance,
Your time to shine,
Your noose,
Your death sentence.
Even an execution can be a masterwork.
All eyes are on you after all.
Your co-performer nods,
The lever says "GO!",
A short, sharp drop,
Stop!
You begin your great dance.
Feet twitching and pirouetting,
Arms and hands waving and prancing,
Head flapping and waltzing,
Pulse vanishing.
Neck broken.
The papers say you've broke into the big time.
The bandits jig, your Pièce de résistance!
You were headline news yesterday,
You were "Wanted: Dead or Alive" by all,
You'll be headline news tomorrow,
Remembered forever in the obituaries.
You're a celebrity.
A legend.
An epitaph.
Your final dance,
Your final performance,
The bandits jig.
Next stop: the underworld!
High above the crowd.
They're cheering just for you,
Or is it jeering?
Your hangman co-performer beside you.
Your only prop around your neck.
Your performance,
Your time to shine,
Your noose,
Your death sentence.
Even an execution can be a masterwork.
All eyes are on you after all.
Your co-performer nods,
The lever says "GO!",
A short, sharp drop,
Stop!
You begin your great dance.
Feet twitching and pirouetting,
Arms and hands waving and prancing,
Head flapping and waltzing,
Pulse vanishing.
Neck broken.
The papers say you've broke into the big time.
The bandits jig, your Pièce de résistance!
You were headline news yesterday,
You were "Wanted: Dead or Alive" by all,
You'll be headline news tomorrow,
Remembered forever in the obituaries.
You're a celebrity.
A legend.
An epitaph.
Your final dance,
Your final performance,
The bandits jig.
Next stop: the underworld!
Published 20th Dec 2017
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21st Dec 2017 2:55pm
I thoroughly enjoyed it! Found it very theatrical, form matching content.
Death is one of the few authentic moments in each one's life, after all.
Our only chance, perhaps, to shine; most importantly to be ourselves.
And something, perhaps, totally unrelated: The last line, reminded me
of a 60's protest song, that ended with the line, "next stop, is Vietnam"...
Death is one of the few authentic moments in each one's life, after all.
Our only chance, perhaps, to shine; most importantly to be ourselves.
And something, perhaps, totally unrelated: The last line, reminded me
of a 60's protest song, that ended with the line, "next stop, is Vietnam"...
22nd Dec 2017 3:59pm
Yes, I was going for something theatrical. As if it were to be read on a stage. Almost like a monologue. I'm very glad that you enjoyed it!
this is a highly imaginative & inventive write..
love this..
"You begin your great dance.
Feet twitching and pirouetting,
Arms and hands waving and prancing,
Head flapping and waltzing,
Pulse vanishing."
a dark poem that pulls you into
it's macabre dance..
exceptional..
love Crim
love this..
"You begin your great dance.
Feet twitching and pirouetting,
Arms and hands waving and prancing,
Head flapping and waltzing,
Pulse vanishing."
a dark poem that pulls you into
it's macabre dance..
exceptional..
love Crim
22nd Dec 2017 3:59pm
