dead applause

“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.”