The Broadway lights are burning all around
City centre. Lit up.
Try not to make a sound
Those great dress-ups must commence:
Start. Games of life and time,
And visitors with words so strict
Won’t waste a dime. Director
Like a god surveys.
He calls, they listen; scenario re-enact;
Textbook words turned upside-down,
And Shakespeare’s eyes would ne’er have seen
The profiles, stories, objects created of gene,
Followers walk in step
Forward. To see the same refrain
As before. Always together, esse volobant in mediam,
But do they find the characters who lead
The stage; but far away, not close and in perform?
Do they identify, under the clown-lines,
And frocks, the dressage that has been made?