Annum

Nobody poured looking. 
Silver foam streamed down
knuckles and soaped the
floors where shoes danced. 

Necks bulged from collars
with unending life; eyes
had no lids. In the dark, 
they exchanged each other’s

teeth when the instruments
rang out, when they held
their final chords and the
quiet was for everyone—

but before the clapping.