The Crumbling Prison of Old Ideas

we strive to acquire one emotional
stance, one viewpoint for all life situations
and events: we usually call that being
of a philosophical frame of mind.  
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

Balanced finely on his heel tip
He swirls around
A lion on his back
His sword in the belly of its mate.

Two thousand years and more
He has killed this animal.
Today the carapace cracks,
Splintering, falling…

Armour and beast
 Flow as water 
  Down his back
   To rest as dust
     At his feet.

A smile drops out,
The last stone breaks;
And kicking aside the rubble
He walks into the sun.

I wait until he returns…

As a young woman, 
Her flamboyant skirts
A wild carousel
Swirling around her heels.

The lovers clap and sing.