Coming for you
Lining you up
In organized patterns
Rubber bands keep your arms
Tight against your body
Spinning you are
Fast as your feet can turn
Russian women dance
She flies
Tick? Tick?
As free as the bird
Who leads the flock
Friendly revolution
Hold back no reserves
Encircled she prays
As a dying man
In his last days
Return to harsh embrace
Stretching, pulling
A carnival?
There are no children laughing here
A punishment?
Didn’t seem cruel or unjust to me