4 am at the clarke
by T.M. Gray

She told us
about secret passages
winding over crumbling rafters
behind the darkened stage.

Do you believe her?
Well, come and enter the hieroglyphic theatre!

Step through the hidden panel
into this old man's mausoleum--
here, we hallucinate life and
few ever leave
once they've tasted the juice.

Draw closer and watch the danse
of long-dead nymphs.
If you clap for the troll-boy,
he'll howl a dirge of ultimate anguish.
Oh, toss your pretty flowers to the crowd,
so fragrant with futility.
Funeral bouquets, all...

The next act is yours.
Drumroll, please.


(c) 2001 T. M. Gray, All Rights Reserved

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