The Sport of Theatre

The laws of gravity

were on strike

at the theatre last night,

but the play continued

unabated,

unfazed,

the actors played

their roles

as if

all part of the performance,

Romeo,

as plaintive in his

affirmations of love

for Juliette as ever,

hit his head

against the ceiling

well above

Juliette's perch

on the balcony,

her death grip desperate

on the hand rail,

while her feet floated

ever higher.

Her beauty shined

through the persperation

and "where for art thou's,"

through the cacophony

of screams.

Audience and actors

swam through the air to avoid

feet, elbows

and chandeliers,

the play

became a

full contact sport,

chairs and theatre props

flew like missles

until the stage hand

reached

the anti-grav switch

and everyone dropped

w/the final curtain.

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L. L. Pangan's picture

This is a very tragic experience nicely put on poem.