This Grotesque Dance

Amid pulsating chants
Staring at the feathers in this grotesque dance
While lying down
While lying, while lying down

With silent vocal cords
On the ground where the red and the black dolls mourn
Silent vocal cords
Resistant in a distant horn

To be swallowed whole
Coloured faces in a feast to feed the soul
Rituals and chants
A feast to feel the ground