AN ELEGY IN SEARCH OF SYNCOPATION
I come to stamp on Disco’s grave
not sway four-on-the-floor beats
or patch together the Frankenstein
parts of musical monsters
I did not know you Disco
not even during your seventies
peak of club and chart success
when your rhythm ruled the globe
You gave dance to the world
and extravagant styles
drugs and sexual freedom
reacting against older times
You’re dead now Disco
each craze flares then fades
you had a bright moment
but I mourn you not