our roots cannot imbed themselves in stone

our roots cannot imbed themselves in stone

we were never anybody special
we danced to hip-hop, jazz, swing, and salsa
we breathed in bubbles of our own intoxication
and at nightfall, we slept like the Dead
some people said of us that we were two literary
                                                               too orchestrated bodies
when, in fact, we were a tragedy in slow and steady motion