The Dance

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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

At sunrise
she began to dance

so that humanness

would seep back
into the earth,
into the lowest
parts of the earth.

She danced for
the murdered
and missing,
the lost and forsaken.

Then,
she danced
all through the night
for the inhumanness

that filled her heart,

for the hatred and lack of love
that had captured her.

She danced and danced
until inhumanity

drained out of her,
out of the farthest parts
of the earth,

until the sun
came back to the world.

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