Dervish

dervish whirls around the
pastel plain of the carpet
where lambs gambol,
eternally leaping over
that next hillock

turn, turn, turn, turn and
stop

on to pacing, pace, pace, pace,
pace, pace then
Stop

then to screaming, the arc rising
up and up, the
incredible crescendo of it

breaks with a bite upon
his hand,

stop

STOP