He has said
THIS is how the world will be.
He has looked to himself
to his reflection
to his shadow
and said, and believed,
the world is shaped around me
this is what the world is.
He has said it enough
now others believe
and the shape of his words is the shape of their worlds
And he is both the reflected and reflecting,
and the world tilts and bends and moves
as though he were gravity
as though his words were claims to the shape of things
as though he might be the shape of everything.
She has said, “No.”
She refuses to change her shape.
She refuses the change in the shapes that surround her.
She seizes the world in both hands, two eyes,
She seizes the world with her heart.
She says, “No,”
and defies him
She says, “No,” and she cries,
she says “No,” she defies
what weight he claims as gravity.
She shrieks, she laughs her grief, she flings
head and arms and denies what he thinks
And she dances,
she dances down his bones.
His rage cannot touch her, wild thing,
the world reshapes itself beneath her dancing feet.
her arms embrace the world
and her voice, ringing,
finds in the chaos
They find each other.
They shape a new shape
and they are dancing down his bones.