when the Curtain falls –

I was standing in the dark directing my comedic parodies

of Sense and Spirit – I had

begun to see just how it goes for

Us wandering Millions, complected like

glazed cherries Our intuited grace

now resounding; what of these things,

these Violent longings hurrahing and heaving

with insensible Emotion? Are you the one I seek,

the fast-track, the sudden moiety of our

Untempered Union? Vicious pictorials of surrendered

Sanctity

leave Us breathless, wondering why

we are here in the first place; in dark,

decided corridors there is a light shining

through

the haze of dusk and dirt where we arrive

bloodless as a Shark; our Hands

are tied behind our Backs, we cannot

Move – we are

the Seizure of an eager marriage; what

will you Say when you see Us there,

Onstage? Will you come back to shake

Our hands

or skip out without a word?