Devon's Dance

As Devon danced, he chose to drown
and turned around as he sank down,
turned and twisted round and round,
pirhouetting down and down,

Slowly lifted, a hand gestured,
Sad eyes smiled,
Pierrot Lunaire, a harlequin clown,

"Prete-moi ta plum-e," he mimed,
"Ma chandelle est morte,"
And as he danced, lowering down,
he gracefully bowed to curious fish,
and drowned.