After Isaiah 24
At first I
didn’t notice
the differences,
the changes
slight, a
lightening of color,
a mall cooling,
but as
I watched the
stage
the scenery
began to melt,
sliding and
flowing around
the actors’ feet
and cascading
downward at the
edge of the stage.
The actors began
to forget
their lines and
soon made no sense,
desperate words
bleeding into
one another like
stones soon dulled.
The music
faltered then stopped,
collapsing into
a cacophony
of jarring
sounds, like musicians
and instruments
sliding as the Titanic tilted
and prepared to
break apart. People
are shouting at
the actors who turn
to the audience
and say nothing.
The theater
trembles and breaks apart.
The lights fail,
only darkness and explosions
of noise remain,
the only constants.
Photograph by Kondo Yukihiro via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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