Beautifull Arches

waves so intense
they make Elephant ears
sway back and forth
moving blood
making chills run
up and down
the spines of little men
with spears
who know not
of the Pizzicato Five yet
I dance and cleopatra
doesn't know either
only I do
behind the curtains
of silken grace
hung to sheild me from
the ramblings of madmen in the alleys of my demise