• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 08

The Chorus Line

Wouldn’t it be divine,
Perhaps even sublime,
If everyone held hands,
Learnt to dance in time,
Becoming part of a world corps de ballet,
Travelling together,
Sideways jumps,
Arms interlaced,
Sixteen pas de chat,
Dancing like cygnets,
A human chain working together,
Stretching, pulling up, supporting each other,
No character dancers, male, or female,
No prima ballerinas,
Achieving perfect balance,
By giving reverence and respect to one another.