Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Poem: An Electromagnetic Bell in the Theatre (please comment)

An electromagnetic bell rings:


in the ornate

nearly empty auditorium,


in the bar

where patrons perform set pieces,


in the cloak room

where fine furs hang patiently,


and dressing rooms

where nervous actors wait.


It rings again,

a final call.


The ringing stops.

The clapper’s silent

oscillations die.



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