Sunday, April 29, 2012

Theater

A schedule was made
to stage the imminent
on the night


When we exposed expectation
to the wilderness
of the crowd's imagination


Analogy was our honoured visitor
when Brecht, Ibsen and Shakespeare
dined with us


With gorgeous appetite
and voluptuous pride
we began to play


with a million stares
on our exposition
we began


It was called
Inside Out


Nothing they'd ever seen before
they said
was so honest as this
It was called
A revelation


I feel i have seen this before
said a voice from the farther rows
Probably in your own backyard
or a premonition
said we

It was called
A churning


We waited for the gallows
in resolute silence
It inspires me to sing
said another



It was called
A revolution



The final chapter
Resurrection
said we


I found my mother's buried treasure!
exclaimed a child
It was called
A Passion


Drenched in glory
some sat on the pyre
while some submerged
in the wealth of  an afterlife


It was called
The Theater












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