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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Dance 


The ant people of Xanax-Tranxene surely were not
the most noble beings.  They regurgitated

their meals thrice.  With coaxing they would
mate in public.  In prosperous years, as a sign

of prosperity, they might eat their young.
Culturally, an extreme tribe:  ancient intelligence,

political deftness, and loyalty beyond reproach.
I admired them.  I also loved to watch them dance.

Their music—tonally bizarre—held heady, Caribe
rhythms that broke into base passion; percussion.

Picture them rolling their heads, spilling their
six eyes, antennae swaying, abdomens stomping feet.



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