THE WIDOW'S WALTZ

 

An unknown step,
the rhythm jarring,
the music grating
and loud.

        I cover my ears.
        I will not dance!
        I will sit this one out!

But death,
wispy thin,
looming and dark,
well-muscled,

yanks me,
weeping,
to the center
of the room

and demands the dance:

One-two-falter;

     one-to-stumble;
         
          one-two-fall;

one-two-
       one-two-
                     one.