Silence Is....

I see them bedecked in black and white-
clothing of solid ebony and faces of... something pure white.
They juxtapose such extremities;
irony prevails in the Puritan black and not so pure white.

They imitate these poses,
many of which we can't seem to guess...
is the man trapped in the box,
or is he feeling something up?

Then another mime enters the picture.
They're costumed and made up so well I can't tell their genders.
One mime gets behind the other
and grabs the partner's hips.

Soon they're shaking their bodies,
kicking their legs.
What are they doing?
Oh my word! It's a conga line!!!!!