It is always about the next act. About the lions
that roam there, just out of reach
on the edge of the seats that you never paid for.
Somehow you foothold intervals so
that the drama stops, and after curtain calls
you roll the programme up
and chase flies with it. Watch people
with their open mouths.
Let your tongue roll on the goat song.
[tag word: GREEK TRAGEDY - from Joanna Sterling @casketfiction]
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100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
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