LIGHTS!
lights!, lights!,
we are
immersed in darkness
cannot find our
our way about
the stage
see if we are
in a tragedy or
a history play
in a love scene
or a whole act
of battle
though we appear to
be falling down everywhere
slipping in what
feels like
smells like
blood
prudence
tells us it could well
be the latter
or it’s all just
comic, absurd, existential, meta
whole world as stage
and we imprisoned
in a
brutal metaphor
lights!
lights!
poems 2 die for 