writing the single line of a play

the playwright opens his flower

to the world
painted
and hurts himself by looking

there was glory once

but just think about how it came

horrible things in rank & file
horrible hands pushing thru the light


the audience is dead
staring at the wonder of creation
they know true fear
& quake accordingly

but if he wanted something else

they wonder if he cd get it

they wonder quite a lot

dead in their seats
applauding the poison in the flower


[Applause]