The Great Dance

I am watching Sherlock, the BBC modernization of the classic Sherlock Holmes stories, and I decided to write a little tribute to the final episode.

The dance is to the death, as we all

Prefer, for this is what out tickets state,

Two minds, each greater than ours,

Dueling until one is drowned

In a shallow pool of reflection.

So there we see Jimmy, setting up shapes

To see Sherlock’s dance, the deaths

As funny as meaningless to a man
Whose motives are malodorous and mysterious,

While we sit back to soak in the smarts,

Boasting that we saw each step

One stage before them, telling ourselves

That in our small ways, we would fare

Just as well as these men of genius.