“All the world’s a stage”
when the curtains fall
and light
has been applauded
for its lies
darkness plays it’s
part again
the musty smell
of the theater
shut to muse itself
the velvet of curtains
sunken stillness
applause echoing in
silence
broken by the
creaking of an
exhaust fan
all cry
for sin to play
tonight
“Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
