I came to you You gave me no lines
reservoirs of darkness spill from my eyes
flow into my lungs wash away traces
of bush fires that crackled there
wash away charred warped blackened
forms frozen in terminal spasms
strewn across a layer of ashes
amid standing husks of tree trunks
darkness has fallen at last I can sleep
when I hear Cut!
and I return to Paradise theatre
for a pittance says the usher
the director’s cut: more roles available
no thanks I say I must be going
I step out of the theatre the theatre doesn’t end
and I am back Paradise
there’s been a mistake the scriptwriter says
sorry do the scenes again
I say a meatier role please